I wanna get high, touch the sky
and turn it down to blue and draw the clouds
Leave the ghosts out of control
come back to 69
I realize there is no end just another rise

I get this strange feeling
Suddenly you got me thinking

Let's stop the rain

Walking down the Pavel Boulevard,
it's just fun, look the imagination lies
but I saw me naked inside your heart,
there is no shelter for the man that tries
(and get high)

I wanna fly, discover the sky...
and pretend that I am free
unknown notion of time
which are those young dreamers of 69
where there is no panic just peaceful butterflies