Words are passing by, like trees on a road You're talking bubbles in the air Floating around you, away and displode Eyes opened wide, I stare Thoughts
A valley of ice, I see The fire is close, but far to reach The sun is rare And the moon is green On Mars I wanna be, surprises for the brain Too many
Spotting trains at home Shrinking world, dry lakes Storm is blowing dark Way out is hard
: Words are passing by, like trees on a road You're talking bubbles in the air Floating around you, away and displode Eyes opened wide, I stare Thoughts
