Departure Lounge

Waiting here in the departure lounge, won't be long before I'm leaving

And in the instant that the world stood still, I melted into gas to float away

I'll come back stronger than before, soaking the sun array

Collecting little shots of happiness, a million years of sleep, again

But I can't remember what we were, what we once might have been somewhere else

We spun glitter balls and lover's dance, the flowers bloomed and time collapsed

And I'm trapped within the cloud of bliss, in control yet powerless

Within my head I hear a reverberation, the sound of Bowie on a jukebox

And who could blame us for wanting to talk with the gods?

The ringing bells of flooded cathedrals, will sound for you

And moments lost in time like tears in rain, left me clutching photographs

From the ramparts of a sleepy coastal citadel in Spain, I saluted you

And you hear

Under faraway moons. Human flotsam dream and sleeping bags

Big, where the ocean is blue, it's a perfect place to find yourself

So I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with

Searching for misfits to get lost with

Waiting for souls to find my own with

Holding out for strangers whom I can dream with

And I'll be digging for friends to lose my mind with

'Cause I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with

I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with

To burn out stars with

To burn out stars with