Floating Off the Ground

Lost inside the afternoon bloom

Tracing shadows across the quiet room

Waiting for the tide

to pull us through

Say it soft, don't make a sound

(shhh) We are floating off the ground (ooh-ooh)

Fading gold upon the window pane

Sinking deep beneath the summer rain

Every memory

is washed away

again

Say it soft, don't make a sound

(shhh) We are floating off the ground (ooh-ooh)

Floating

away... (away)