My thoughts go flying thought the sky,
looking out for you.
Chasing the child of the wind.
Connecting only thought,
a patch of blue.
Just like messages they sent on a radio.
I’ve got a cool signal,
to say some words.
But how you turn into me,
and do you care?
I’ve been sending S.O.S, baby,
In hope to reaching you,
but there is no way of knowing, if they do.
Is it all of waste of energy now,
or loud and clear for you,
or I’m only reaching, a patch of blue.
Come in, come in, can you read me anywhere.
I’m just here sitting alone,
and I’m testing out this this mantled microphone.
I guess that my frequency is out of your reception,
or I switched out and going cold,
cause I’m the one who is turning blue.
Don’t know if you love just mission, side of commission.
The circuit is broken down.
I’m getting no responses too, from you.
Is my thought connection, finding your direction,
and then I’m getting thought,
or I’m only touching a patch of blue.
Ta, ba, pa, ba, pa…
Is my thought connection, finding your direction,
and then I’m getting thought,
or I’m only touching a patch of blue.