The Moon Is Calling Testo

The moon is calling
The seas are calling
Now I cannot sleep
They're saying something
Signals from the deep
I read it somewhere
That we will be
Burning in the heat
Hard to believe but I hear voices
And I cannot keep it secret The computer's recursive tuner
Is like a tolling of a bell
Bring me up
Deliver me out
Take me to the door
I'm not running anymore
I want nature to be so strong
Wind and rain
Inky blue that goes on and on
In the day

I didn't plan it
It wasn't habit
I don't speak to trees
I'm busy tracing
I don't know what now
Looking for relief
They're saying something
They're telling us something
That we don't want to hear The computre's recursive tuner
Is like the tolling of a bell
Bring me up
Deliver me out
Take me to the door
I'm not running anymore
I want nature to be so strong
Wind and rain
Inky blue that goes on and on
In the day