Turning On The Lights

Turning On The Lights

(Tekst: Ellen Marie Løkslid, Jeffrey A. Wasserman) 

Life doesn´t grow
Unless you reap as you sew
The joy of giving love,
Fulfills the treasures of 

Being alive
Turning on the lights
Each moment that´s begun
In the presence of the sun   

Wouldn´t have made it without you love,
You´re the bones I´m made of
Together on the mountain tops, 
You lift me higher than 

Being alive
Turning on the lights
Each moment that´s begun
In the presence of the sun   

Will you be there to the end
In the palms of my hands?
If one of us should pass away
Forever, we will stay  

Being alive
Turning on the lights
Each moment that´s begun
In the presence of the sun 

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