Still as a rock
On top of the hill
Watching the days go by
Watching the trawlers
They look like riding horses
You made up a story just a few believed
Imagination
Under the heat of the daylight…the daylight
Living longer, moving faster
Up in a penthouse
I was in the chill-out lounge
I thought you knew who I was
I thought you were reading my mind
Still as a rock
Light speed travel
Under Orion I want a piece of your mind
It was the connection
Under the moonlight, raining buckets
Living longer, moving faster
It was the connection
Imagination
Over the broken line, raining buckets
Living longer, moving faster.