Eleven de Miss Kittin

You whisper in my ear, words are never hurt
Do they really exist, or am I out of order?
And if he shows up here, just the way I prefer
You’re giving me a tear, like you never give up

Climbing on your thoughts to heaven
We don’t have to talk, we are even
Catch me if you can, need a rope
On a scale of ten, we are eleven
We are eleven
We are eleven
We are eleven

Now we are floating here, hours after hours
Nothing interferes, erasing past and future
My only question is, where were you before?
Sweet dreams are made of this, it doesn’t matter anymore

Climbing on your thoughts to heaven
We don’t have to talk, we are even
Catch me if you can, need a roṗe
On a scale of ten, we are eleven
We are eleven
We are eleven
We are eleven