Feelers, The - Float
In the violence, we celebrate again
Itā??s four oā??clock in the morning, weā??ll wait again
And Iā??m high all the time
I wonder why everytime
Thereā??s no more faces and no more black velvet crush
And thereā??s no more, thereā??s no more circles and no more strain
Cause I am floating, Iā??m floating
Yeah I am floating, Iā??m floating
See a little girl in a yellow dress
Sheā??s playing
You see a little boy in a yellow shirt
Heā??s running circles around his shadows in the sand
Heā??s says hi all the time
He wonders why every time
And thereā??s no more faces and no more black velvet crush
And thereā??s no more, thereā??s no more circles and no more strain
Cause I am floating, Iā??m floating
I am floating, Iā??m floating away
Yeah I am floating away, I am floating away, I am floating away
I am floating, I am floating away
Yeah I am floating away, I am floating away yeah
I am floating, I am floating away