Otherworld

Home in a distant land
Where time is irrelevant
Relieved breath of air
Flags our shirts on a clothesline

Airily, to another world
We float on a mellow whirl
Through smiles on the faces
Without the next morning

And so
Tomorrow
The boat will leave
To the other sea
To something real
Tomorrow
The boat will leave
But tomorrow lies
Miles from here

Golden, golden flame inside
A heyday, a rising tide
Relieved breath of air
Flags our shirts on a clothesline

Slowly, to another world
We float on a mellow whirl
Through afternoon parties
Without the next morning

And so
Tomorrow
The boat will leave
To the other sea
To something real
Tomorrow
The boat will leave
But tomorrow lies
Miles from here

Home in a distant land
Air in another whirl to feel
Home in a distant land
Air in another whirl to feel