Lyrics

You turn to face me, hold out your hand Don't you know that this is the promised land? Bright lights shining, it seems so right Don't you know that things go nice with spice It felt like we'd been here a thousand years before When the door broke open and let in the light So we ran to an empty space and felt so free You know we've never felt like this before You turn to face me, hold out your hand Don't you know that this is the promised land? Bright lights shining, it seems so right Don't you know that things go nice with spice Now I think the time has come to open the box Let in to the world what's been hidden from inside Not covering what the day brings, it seems so right Don't you know that this is the promised land Alright You turn to face me, hold out your hand Don't you know that this is the promised land With bright lights shining it seems so right Don't you know that things go nice with spice
Writer(s): Stephen Greenwood, Roger Alan Nowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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