LEBANESE BLONDE

Too low to find my way

Too high to wonder why

I've touched this place before

Somewhere in another time

Now I can hear the sun

The clouds drifting through the blinds

A half a million thoughts

Are flowing through my mind

A satellite recalled your voice

Sent me round the world again

All the night you dreamt away

Sent me round my heart again

One touch upon my lips

And all my thoughts are clear

I feel your smoky mist

Up to the stratosphere

Too low to find my way

Too high to wonder why

I've touched this place before

Somewhere in another time

Now I can hear the sun

The clouds drifting through the blinds

A half a million thoughts

Are flowing through my mind

Too low to find my way

Too high to wonder why

I've touched this place before

Somewhere in another time

Now I can hear the sun

The clouds drifting through the blinds

A half a million thoughts

Are flowing through my mind

Too low to find my way

Too high to wonder why

I've touched this place before

Somewhere in another time