Letras
Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Sailing in another time
Now I can hear the sounds
Of clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind
The sound of life echoes your voice
Drifting round in the world again
All the nights you dreamt away
Slipping round in my heart again
No time to find my way
Slipping on and my thoughts are clear
I feel your smoky mist
Up to the stratosphere
Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Sailing in another time
Now I can hear the sounds
Of clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind