

We drift through the star-fields
Across the deep quiet flow
And find the sweet travelers
With crowns made of golden glow (ahhhh)
Drifting along the endless stream
With alien friends in a quiet dream
Their faces bright
and luminous
In this vast world made for us
Luminous lights They call our names
No longer cold
No longer clay (mulaaaaa)
Drifting along the endless stream
With alien friends in a quiet dream
Their faces bright
and luminous
In this vast world made for us (oohhhh)
Lost in the quiet stream... (dreaming...)