Texty: Quick Step John. Balconies.

Underneath this desert sky, by chance that I'm still flying
Bring me down, I'm not so high anymore
I'm not gonna worry, not gonna change
Want to lay and watch airplanes fly
There's balconies in fairytales, girls with long blonde hair
Thank God this isn't a nightmare tonight
Not gonna wake, not gonna dream
Lay and watch my eyelids close
No worries out here in the tall grass, sweet field
Freedom out there in the ocean
Welcome the stars to cover me, bathe me in the moonlight
Sun pours into my window...wake me at seven a.m
Could I push the clock, push it backwards