Tekster: Sky Sailing. An Airplane Carried Me To Bed. Sailboats.

Sailboats wish that they were stars
floating softly in the sky
among our dreams that bid goodbye.

Moving through transparent space
drifting through the stratosphere
and onward till' they disappear.

These continents, from over head
look like tiny paper shapes
intricately set in place.

Below the misty mountain clouds
there's a lovely silver bay
where sunset sailors often hide away.

Scuba diver in the lock,
speedboat driver on the dock
sailplane pilot in the blue,
take me up there with you.
the world looks brighter from this high altitude.

I was walking through the trees
(sailboats wish that they were stars)
and i was swimming through the seas
(cuz' they don't know who they are)
i was falling trough the air, when it hit me right there.
My eyes are tired and i don't even care.

An airplane carried me to bed
where I slept above the coast
and dreamed i had become a ghost.
I sailed above the frozen peeks
deep in cold cathedral caves
across the hills and far beyond the waves.

Take the car on the run,
fly the jet to the sun,
and bring the space craft in soon
while i play chess with the moon.
I feel like sleeping through this cold afternoon.

Once in 1964
(sailboats wish that they were stars)
an actress ran on the shore,
(cuz' they don't know who they are)
and though you'll never return,
i love you Audrey Hepburn,
sometimes I can see your face in the crowd.

There are sailboats throughout
this brilliant sky
but you cannot pick them out
if you can't fly.

I'm glad the earth doesn't care
if i go up there.
If you want to, just ask me and I'll take you along.

(Thanks to Brianna for these lyrics)