The air, the warmth, the spaces inbetween,
surrending to your nurturing love in this haven of earth,
We're floating, I'm flying, we're swimming, we're climbing,
But in this cloud with you we drive our own getaway,
We're asking eachother to stay in every adventure hand in hand.
This isn't Kansas Anymore.
From the streets and the lights,
from the drugs to the fights,
Nothing missed, not here in the hills, dark soil, green grass
a beautiful landscape by the mass.
Life is simple, a beauty in itself and what people say is held to a higher thinking, that maybe life CAN be this way and it's not that we're dreaming.
I'm not in kansas anymore...
You stole me away with your first smile, since then our magic carpet has led us here, what's next?