I'm waiting for your hands
to fold around my wrist
I'm mellowing in warm grass
and the scent of you I've missed

And blue is representing
the draft in my heart
I'm wandering through thin skies
and the transparent air I've missed

Pale is my face
you might want to colour
while I breathe

I'm following large drops of rain
with my eyes on the sight of you I've missed

Pale is my face
you might want to colour
while I breathe

Mother earth look at her closely
she looks at her baby and she sighs
the slight breathing pause that she takes it builds her and
makes her strong

She refuses to give her up
and we close our eyes

Her hands touch the round stomach
and feel the kick
The eyes that have seen so much cry
with the water she starts to rinse her face

And refuses to give her up
And we close our eyes
And you close your eyes

It has always been in the back of my mind
Dreaming about going to the corners of time
I always wanted to fly in strange machines

I wanna do centuries in a lifetime
And feel it with my hands
Touch the world war II and Cleopatra
Flying...

Could it be that my dream would come true
Building a machine that would actually do
What I want it to do

Russian revolution, let's do that in one day
Beethoven and Gershwin I think that would be o.k.
More than anything I wanna fly in strange machines

I wanna do centuries in a lifetime
And see it with my eyes
Watch Jesus rise, if he ever did
Flying...

I wanna do centuries in a lifetime
And feel it with my hands
Touch renaissance and Chaka Khan
Flying...

I'm waiting for your hands
to fold around my wrist
I'm mellowing in warm grass
and the scent of you I've missed

And blue is representing
the draft in my heart
I'm wandering through thin skies
and the transparent air I've missed

Pale is my face
you might want to colour
while I breathe

I'm following large drops of rain
with my eyes on the sight of you I've missed

Pale is my face
you might want to colour
while I breathe