In the violence, we celebrate again

Its four oclock in the morning, well wait again

And Im high all the time

I wonder why everytime



Theres no more faces and no more black velvet crush

And theres no more, theres no more circles and no more strain

Cause I am floating, Im floating

Yeah I am floating, Im floating



See a little girl in a yellow dress

Shes playing

You see a little boy in a yellow shirt

Hes running circles around his shadows in the sand

Hes says hi all the time

He wonders why every time



And theres no more faces and no more black velvet crush

And theres no more, theres no more circles and no more strain

Cause I am floating, Im floating

I am floating, Im floating away



Yeah I am floating away, I am floating away, I am floating away

I am floating, I am floating away

Yeah I am floating away, I am floating away yeah

I am floating, I am floating away