Anette Olzon - Floating Lyrics
Little birds are singing from the treesWalking slowly on my two bare feetGentle grass under me as I sweepOn and on and on, on and on I´mFloating - FloatingSomeone´s calling me from underneathPutting down my ear to hear the beatFrom the voices far within the deepOn and on and on, on and on I´mFlowing - Flowing - Swaying - FloatingFlowing - Flowing - Swaying - FloatingMagic wonders in the golden breezeChanging daily and surrounding meIn the eyeglass I can see them freezeOn and on and on, on and on I´mFloating - Falling - Floating - FlyingFalling - Falling - Floating - Flying