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