They are saying something on tv the anchorman is strange
he looks pale
Well be a solar flare to stop time
finally for once all the same
I want to belong to something more than this world
I want to belong to the stars I want to find the best way to fly
and I just wanna do it with you
like in so many movies I’ve seen it’s like a waking nightmare no, way out the sky has a color never seen before
it’s to late, you join me and let’s go
I want to take you to a faraway place away from the noise
Because we can still choose what to become give me your soft hand
I want to belong to something more than this world
I want to belong to the stars I want to find the best way to fly
and I just wanna do it with you
