Floating - Anette Olzon
Little birds are singing from the trees
Walking slowly on my two bare feet
Gentle grass under me as I sweep
On and on and on, on and on I'm
Floating Floating
Someone's calling me from underneath
Putting down my ear to hear the beat
From the voices far within the deep
On and on and on, on and on I'm
Flowing Flowing Swaying Floating
Flowing Flowing Swaying Floating
Magic wonders in the golden breeze
Changing daily and surrounding me
In the eyeglass I can see them freeze
On and on and on, on and on I'm
Floating Falling Floating Flying
Flowing Falling Floating Flying
On and on Falling Falling Floating Flying