In the violence, we celebrate again
Its four oclock in the morning, well wait again
And Im high all the time
I wonder why everytime
Theres no more faces and no more black velvet crush
And theres no more, theres no more circles and no more strain
Cause I am floating, Im floating
Yeah I am floating, Im floating
See a little girl in a yellow dress
Shes playing
You see a little boy in a yellow shirt
Hes running circles around his shadows in the sand
Hes says hi all the time
He wonders why every time
And theres no more faces and no more black velvet crush
And theres no more, theres no more circles and no more strain
Cause I am floating, Im floating
I am floating, Im 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 |