Pure Shores Lyrics by Adam Bü, Kimera & Egoforum
I’ve crossed the deserts for miles
Swam water for tide
Searching places to find
A piece of something to call mine
(I’m coming)
A piece of something to call mine
(I’m coming, I’m coming, coming closer to you)
Went along many moors
Walked through many doors
The place where I wanna be
Is the place I can call mine
(I’m coming)
Is the place I can call mine
(I’m coming, I’m coming, coming closer to you)
I’m moving, I’m coming
Can you hear what I hear?
It’s calling you, my dear
Out of reach (reach)
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I’m coming, not drowning, swimming closer to you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Never been here before
I’m intrigued, I’m unsure
I’m searching for more
I’ve got something that’s all mine
I’ve got something that’s all mine
Take me somewhere I can breathe
I’ve got so much to see
This is where I wanna be
In a place I can call mine
In a place I can call mine
I’m moving, I’m coming
Can you hear what I hear?
It’s calling you, my dear
Out of reach (reach)
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I’m coming, not drowning, swimming closer to you
Moving, coming
Can you hear what I hear?
(Hear it out of reach)
I hear it calling you
Swimming closer to you
Many faces I have seen
Many places I have been
Walked the deserts, swam the shores
(Coming closer to you)
Many faces I have known
Many ways in which I’ve grown
Moving closer on my own
(Coming closer to you)
I’m moving, I feel it
I’m coming, not drowning
I’m moving, I feel it
I’m coming, not drowning
I’m moving, I’m coming
Can you hear what I hear?
It’s calling you, my dear
Out of reach (reach)
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I’m coming, not drowning, swimming closer to you
(Take me to my beach)
I’m moving, I’m coming
Can you hear what I hear?
It’s calling you, my dear
Out of reach (reach)
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I’m coming, not drowning, swimming closer to you
(Take me to my beach)
I’m moving, I’m coming
Can you hear what I hear?
It’s calling you, my dear
Out of reach (reach)
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I’m coming, not drowning, swimming closer to you