On a spaceship, floating towards the sun
At the window, just singing for no one
And I wonder what is to come?
Mind is at the ocean
Staring at the flowers in your hair
Such a fond memory, I think I'm floating
Yeah, I'm floating again
Misunderstanding each-others lyin' again
Things will get better, if you'd just learn to let go
A bit more now. When will you come back?
Mind is at the ocean
Staring at the flowers in your hair
Such a fond memory, I think I'm floating
Yeah, I'm floating again
Oh, oh, oh