Flying high there is a cry U all wanted me 2 die It's something u cannot try 2 get me in a deadman's suit and tie. I'm really unconscious When I'm astral travelling space I'm flying never dying When I've hit the high state.
The sensation of the travel Is hitting the nerve I don't want 2 go back Because I'm high as a bird. I'm floating around Can u see my mist The colour of the rainbow And my clinched fists.
I'm astral travelling 2 a place u wish 2 be A place where I'm flying and always free. A place where no man is dead Leaving the body when I'm asleep in bed.