Taxi car, leather seats
Tropic haze, blue palm trees
You don't speak
You're not here
It feels like
We're running out of time 'cause
We are almost home
And I am too stoned to
Show you how I feel
Really feel about you
We are almost home
And I am too stoned to
Show you how I feel
Really feel about you
Tiger sleeps, clouded mind
You and I
Together still alone and
We are almost home
And I am too stoned to
Show you how I feel
Really feel about you
We are almost home
And I am too stoned to
Show you how I feel
Really feel about you
I can see the Moon
Looking out the window
Jupiter and Mars
And the rings of Saturn
We are almost home
And I am too stoned to
Show you how I feel
Really feel about you
We are almost home
And I am too stoned to
Show you how I feel
Really feel about you
Escrita por: Morabeza Tobacco, Gustav Jennefors, Vanilla Stillefors