What's nice is a sound wave
Condensed in the air
That makes us undulate, ripple, rock
Hands in the air
Eh oh eh oh eh...
Wind on my face, rain on my soul
Takes me, washes me, leaves me
On another ground, leaves just my breathing
Dust of light, drops of silver
Things of ours, just of ours
Condensation wherever you go
Always growing
From here I don't see a thing, I don't see you
From here I don't feel a thing, I don't even feel you
From here I don't see a thing, I don't see you
From here I don't feel a thing
I could dive in
I want to dive in
Sound wave, eh oh
Sound wave, eh oh
Sound wave, eh oh
Sound wave