Following the shadows of the skies, Or are they only figments of my eyes? And I´m feeling close to when 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. 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.
Oh, is it just a thorn between my eyes? Waiting in our boats to set sail. Sea of joy.