You filled me up, you fed me [bad word] like my Grandmas feeding 
Now I've given up, those little skirmishes with love now there seems no reason, 

my spirit's so very far away, but nows the season, to shout and call it up cos now you're my freedom 

Call it up... And then [bad word] dance with passion 
Call it up... And then [bad word] bleed 
Don't give up, call it up... Our [bad word] hight of fassion 
Call it up... Our spirits a seed it's a seed it's a seed 

Life speeds on up, your left with very little time just to chill with loved ones 
Ut you kissed me unstuck and now lifes the speed of you and me and thee to see and say. 

my spirit's so very far away, but nows the season, to shout and call it up cos now you're my freedom 

Call it up... And then [bad word] dance with passion 
Call it up... And then [bad word] bleed 
Don't give up, call it up... Our [bad word] hight of fassion 
Call it up... Our spirits a seed it's a seed it's a seed. 

Soul rain may fall, all down your face, soul rain may wash the river all down your down your face, your sweetly singing all round this place, soul rain
may wash the river down your face so... 

Call it up... And then [bad word] dance with passion 
Call it up... And then [bad word] bleed 
Don't give up, call it up... Our [bad word] hight of fassion 
Call it up... Our spirits a seed it's a seed it's a seed