if i fell asleep miles above my homennwould they turn to stone expectingnnwould they crumble distance and days gone bynnan open sky revealingnnrhythm of a train through the south of francennmelancholy dance of statuesnnj'mapelle resistance, but you my lovennwill rise above translationnnif i ever find a windownni'm gonna fly over thisnnif i ever get a pillownni'm gonna lay downnnwith every journey comes an endnnsummer's almost over againnnlike the fading voice of phone callsnnbaby in a bottle has truth to speaknnthe past will keep us togethernnyeah there's a cure that is painlessnnwrapped up clean in a silver dreamnnfloats off away on a tv screennnbut it's hard to explain it alonennif i ever find a windownni'm gonna fly over thisnnif i ever get a pillownni'm gonna lay downnnwith every journey comes an endnnsummer's almost over againnnsummer's almost over again