Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before

Somewhere in another time

Now I can hear the sun

The clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind


A satellite recalled your voice
Sent me round the world again

All the night you dreamt away
Sent me round my heart again


One touch upon my lips
And all my thoughts are clear
I feel your smoky mist

Up to the stratosphere

Too low to find my way

Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Somewhere in another time


Now I can hear the sun
The clouds drifting through the blinds

A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind


Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before

Somewhere in another time

Now I can hear the sun

The clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind


Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why

I've touched this place before
Somewhere in another time