Flying to Outer Space

Running in circles, finding myself in the same place,
Trying to hide from your love, flying to outer space,
But eventually I need to come back for oxygen,
And in cyberspace find your sweet words again.

Can’t find my glasses, can’t find my heart,
Can’t remember the pedal to make this car start.
The solitude, the desert where I was dropped,
By being pushed away my heart almost stopped.

Dreaming of love I find myself once again,
After being grinded by little persistent grains of sand.
But torn I am between past and future,
Can’t find the present under the light fixture!

Wish I could hold your face and look you in the eyes,
Touch your hair and let roll the dice,
Lie with you on the grass, right under the trees,
Gaze at the clouds sailing with the breeze…