You've got my mind with your amazing graces.
You've no illusions in high places.
We'll be a ricochet of laughing harmonies,
pushing old words into an M2 Silva.
We're night, alright, who cares.

Return To Foreverland.
Shall I never understand why I always feel this way.

Could you see yourself in my electric dreams,
drinking a glass of Nazca wine?
We'd fly to Rio, becalm the whole mob,
(she rah, she rah, she rah) a pitiless job and sunshine penalty,
when I cross that goal in Rio.

Return To Foreverland.
Take off now. I never land.
Where my dreams are starry eyed, where this idea hit me.

Think of all the people you ever knew.
Think of the max edge that they all blew.

Then, we are the pure delight. We have too much to say.
(You're stuffy. /* ? */)
It's alright if there's a man who's given me...green light.
It's nice…blew kisses.

Return To Foreverland.
Shall I never understand why I always feel this way?
Return To Foreverland.

Return To Foreverland.
Take off now. I never land.
Return To Foreverland.