Let your senses ebb and flow
They can carry you high they can carry you low
Ride the waves like oceans move
Dive into tomorrow’s days
Heaven is a kind of hell
In a trace under a spell
Flying low
Drifting slow
Rise and fall with the wind
Glad like a swallow on a wing
Flying high on top of the world
Drifting lighter than air
Falling free above the clouds
Nothing can touch me now
Heaven is a kind of hell
In a trace under a spell
Flying low
Drifting slow
Heaven is a kind of hell
How long it lasts, who can tell
Flying low
Drifting slow
Heaven is a kind of hell
In a trace under a spell
Flying low
Drifting slow
Heaven is a kind of hell
How long it lasts, who can tell
Flying low
Drifting slow