Sweet relief calms me down

Makes me drown, lost and found

Neighbors complain, sheets are stained

Hotel shower the best around

Spacing from Paris to New York

Silver sunglasses, silver phone

Connect us to someone who doesn't know

Of these feelings we can't control

People they want us to fall down

But we won't ever touch the ground

We're perfectly balanced, we'll float around

'Til no one is near, do you hear this sound

Spacing from Paris to New York

Silver sunglasses, silver phone

Connect us to someone who doesn't know

Of these feelings we can't control

This strange feeling captures us

It generates this huge fuzz

I miss you all the time I must face

I miss your touch and your embrace