Walking the avenuenWith my silent friendnStreets littered with magical pillsnWe take 3, we take 3nGente imminencenSee the butterflies oer the wild flowersnGet on love, let's take a ridenWe fly high, we fly highnnWe fly and caress the air so intoxicatinglynInteresting patterns in the atmospherenIn the atmosphere, it's coldnnAnd wouldn't it be funnIf we had a little soireenA full moon bowl of DollsnAs a welcome to the foyernANd then off to the Sun room nWhere all the flowers are in bloomnSurrounded by the springnLeads to the loveliest of flingsnnWe fly and caress the air so intoxicatinglynInteresting patterns in the atmospherenIn the atmosphere, it's coldnnCopyright 2004 Beau Phillips