I was standing on a wave, then I made the drop
I was lying in a cave in the solid rock
I was feeling pretty brave ´til the lights went off

Sleep by no means comes too soon
in a valley lit by the moon

We left a little dust on his Persian rug
we gathered up our clothes, got the washing done
in a long forgotten place, who´ll be the first to run?

I was floating on a wave, then I made the drop
I was climbing up the walls,
waiting for the band to start
you can say the magic words
I´ve got my senses on
and this is the only place that I always run from