Sanoja: Sara Hickman. Simply.

I thought I'd have to pay to feel good
By all the pretty things that caught my eye
Empty as my pocketbook I stood
With only common sense to tell me why I

Can't put my finger on it
I can't hold it in my hands
But I'll wrap my arms around it
Then let it go
To come around again

Elusive as a lizard in the grass
Compelling as an ancient mystery
Sudden as a twister and as fast
As a train from Leon to Paree I

Can't put my finger on it
I can't hold it in my hands
But I'll wrap my arms around it
Then let it go
To come around again

Mothers hold their babies to their breast sisters see their brothers off to war
Lovers put each other to the test oceans spend their waves upon the shore

I told you there was something in the air
Beyond our limitations to perceive
A feeling that there's more than nothing there
Challenging us simply to believe in love

Can't put your finger on it
You can't hold it in your hands
But you'll wrap your arms around it
Then let it go to come around again

Can't put my finger on it
I can't hold it in my hands
But I'll wrap my arms around it
Then let it go
To come around again

Ooohh come around