Calling On - Lyrics - Weta

See the light forced from the sun Can you hear your heartbeat? Hold the light upon your face Plant the seed among us Calling on, calling on, calling on, calling on Switching off my radio (radio) Breathless bliss upon me Sleeping would I see some peace? In my dreams I'm flying Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on Life is smashing overt Like a falling angel Like my paranoia Like to screen things over Like a smouldering offering Like a trying passion Like I've fallen over Like I'm suffocated... So calling on, sending out I'm calling on, sending out I'm calling on, sending out Calling on... Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Oooh oooh....