I was standing on a wave, then I made the drop

I was lying in a cave in the solid rock

I was feeling pretty brave 'til the lights went off



Sleep by no means comes too soon

In a valley lit by the moon



We left a little dust on his Persian rug

We gathered up our clothes, got the washing done

In a long forgotten place, who'll be the first to run?



I was floating on a wave, then I made the drop

I was climbing up the walls,

Waiting for the band to start

You can say the magic words

I've got my senses on

and this is the only place that I always run from