This Must Be It — Royksopp

Waiting for a beam To break through here A chain way vision All bright and clear

And they talk And they dance

I was expecting something pure With a golden hair Arms full of bracelets And smoke in the air

And they talk And they dance

Here comes darkness Just afternoon Waiting for a sign If I survive I’ll worship the moon Or something Anything

This must be it Long for bliss First it was so quiet Now I know I’m not alone in here (And they talked, And they danced)

Two omens collide in my open hand Making me a viewer I am what I have seen

And they talk And they dance

Your hand on my hips Speak friendly to me I’ve been studying for years Patiently Is this as far as you can take me?

This must be it Long for bliss First it was so quiet Now I know I’m not alone in here (And they talked, And they danced)