Luna Halo - Untouchable Lyrics
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Untouchable
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What Are The Lyrics For Untouchable By Luna Halo?
Untouchable, like a distant diamond sky
Keep reaching out and I still can't tell you why I'm caught up in you Untouchable, burning hotter than the sun And when you're close I just want to come undone And the in middle of the night when I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars spelling out your name You gotta, come on come on, say that we'll be together Come on come on, little taste of heaven Little taste of heaven It's half full and I won't wait here all day I know you'll say that I'll be here anyway And in the middle of the night when I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars spelling out your name You gotta, come on come on, I wanna be together Come on come on And in the middle of the night we could form this dream I wanna feel you in the dark lying next to me You gotta, come on come on, say that we'll be together Come on, Come on, little taste of heaven Hey! In the middle of the night when I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars spelling out your name You gotta, come on come on, don't make me wait forever Come on come on And the middle of the night we could form this dream I wanna feel you in the dark lying next to me You gotta, come on come on, say that we'll be together Come on come on, little taste of heaven Little taste of heaven My little taste of heaven |
Who Wrote Untouchable By Luna Halo?
Cary Barlowe, Nathan Barlowe, Tommy Lee James
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