Sailboats wish that they were stars,
floating softly in the sky,
among our dreams that they could buy.
Moving through transparent s***e,
drifting through the stratosphere,
and onward til they disappear.
These continents from overhead,
look like tiny paper shapes,
intricately set in place.
Below the misty mountain clouds,
there's a lovely silver bay,
where sunset sailors often hide away.
Scuba diver in the loch, speedboat driver on the dock,
sailplane pilot in the blue, take me up there with you,
the world looks brighter from this high altitude.
I was walking through the trees, and I was swimming through the seas.
I was falling through the air, when it hit me right there,
my eyes are tired and I don't even care.
An airplane carried me to bed,
where I slept above the coast,
and dreamt I had become a ghost.
I sail above the frozen peaks,
deep in cold cathedral caves,
across the hills and far beyond the waves.
Take the car on the run, fly the jet to the sun,
and bring the s***ecraft in soon, while I play chess with the moon.
I feel like sleeping through this cold afternoon.
Once in 1964, an actress ran on the shore,
and though you'll never return, I love you Audrey Hepburn,
sometimes I can see your face in the crowd.
There are sailboats throughout, this brilliant sky,
but you cannot pick them out, if you can't fly,
I'm glad the Earth doesn't care, if I go up there,
if you want to, just ask me and I'll take you along.
floating softly in the sky,
among our dreams that they could buy.
Moving through transparent s***e,
drifting through the stratosphere,
and onward til they disappear.
These continents from overhead,
look like tiny paper shapes,
intricately set in place.
Below the misty mountain clouds,
there's a lovely silver bay,
where sunset sailors often hide away.
Scuba diver in the loch, speedboat driver on the dock,
sailplane pilot in the blue, take me up there with you,
the world looks brighter from this high altitude.
I was walking through the trees, and I was swimming through the seas.
I was falling through the air, when it hit me right there,
my eyes are tired and I don't even care.
An airplane carried me to bed,
where I slept above the coast,
and dreamt I had become a ghost.
I sail above the frozen peaks,
deep in cold cathedral caves,
across the hills and far beyond the waves.
Take the car on the run, fly the jet to the sun,
and bring the s***ecraft in soon, while I play chess with the moon.
I feel like sleeping through this cold afternoon.
Once in 1964, an actress ran on the shore,
and though you'll never return, I love you Audrey Hepburn,
sometimes I can see your face in the crowd.
There are sailboats throughout, this brilliant sky,
but you cannot pick them out, if you can't fly,
I'm glad the Earth doesn't care, if I go up there,
if you want to, just ask me and I'll take you along.