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