Following the shadows of the skies or are they only figments of my eyes?
And I`m feeling close to where the race is run
Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy
Once the door swings open into space and I`m already waiting in disguise
Or is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy
Having trouble coming through, through this concrete, blocks my view
And it`s all because of you
Or is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy