My imagination could not hold up to knowing what I wanna do (knowing what I wanna do with my life)
I lived a lot of things to turn it on
And we build our boat and sail it out into the harbour
Will it float, oh will it float?
I won't turn around, won't turn around so soon
Listening to one story of a crazy June
And the stars are disappearing one by one
There's no-one in this empty street
To come between the concrete and my feet
When the stars are disappearing two by two
One is me and the other one is me with my skin turned blue (?!?!)
When it all becomes too much you help me go to sleep
I see so many other ways to all the ways I keep
The grin upon your face suggests you will have an answer
To the question asked in my recurring dream
I'll find a clock to keep track of the day
I'm sleepwalking on a Monday morning, out into the light
The sky has turned around in wrinkles (??? could be the sky is tan)
I can feel you there in the air tonight
I lived a lot of things to turn it on
And we build our boat and sail it out into the harbour
Will it float, oh will it float?
I won't turn around, won't turn around so soon
Listening to one story of a crazy June
And the stars are disappearing one by one
There's no-one in this empty street
To come between the concrete and my feet
When the stars are disappearing two by two
One is me and the other one is me with my skin turned blue (?!?!)
When it all becomes too much you help me go to sleep
I see so many other ways to all the ways I keep
The grin upon your face suggests you will have an answer
To the question asked in my recurring dream
I'll find a clock to keep track of the day
I'm sleepwalking on a Monday morning, out into the light
The sky has turned around in wrinkles (??? could be the sky is tan)
I can feel you there in the air tonight