Floating and flying, not alone
The coast is a mirror for the sun
Screaming mouth without a noise
But hearing the clapping of your cloth

My head is burning the routine's tail
With fuel I got from my friends
Slower needles inside the clock
As I wait

Lines stretching, an umbrella above
Stopped me from falling, like a rock
Spinning around doing the dance
With eyes pleased to have the chance

Head is burning the routine's tail
With fuel I got from my friends
Slower needles inside the clock
As I stare

Floating and flying, not alone
The coast is a mirror for the sun
Screaming mouth without a noise
But hearing the clapping of your cloth

Head is burning the routine's tail
With fuel I got from my friends
Slower needles inside the clock
As I stare