Amplifier Departure Lounge
Waiting here in the departure lounge, won't be long
before I'm leaving.
And in the instant that the world stood still, I melted
into gas to float away.
I'll come back stronger than before, soaking the sun
array.
Collecting little shots of happiness, a million years
of sleep, again.
But I can't remember what we were, what we once might
have been somewhere else.
We spun glitter balls and lover's dance, the flowers
bloomed and time collapsed.
And I'm trapped within the cloud of bliss, in control
yet powerless.
Within my head I hear a reverberation, the sound of
Bowie on a jukebox.
And who could blame us for wanting to talk with the
gods?
The ringing bells of flooded cathedrals, will sound for
you.
And moments lost in time like tears in rain, left me
clutching photographs
from the ramparts of a sleepy coastal citadel in Spain,
I saluted you.
And you hear...
Under faraway moons. Human flotsam dream and sleeping
bags.
Big, where the ocean is blue, it's a perfect place to
find yourself.
So I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with.
Searching for misfits to get lost with.
Waiting for souls to find my own with.
Holding out for strangers whom I can dream with.
And I'll be digging for friends to lose my mind with.
'Cause I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with.
I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with.
To burn out stars with...
To burn out stars with...
