Walking through the jungle, Steph and I turned to our right
Cut a clearing through the vines and stumbled in to quite a sight
Stood a man, four foot nine
Bald with long hair on the sides
Levitating
On a beam of light
He asked us to be our Friend and of course, we very much obliged
Oh oh oh oh
In the company of souls
In our hearts are what we know
And our thoughts become our world
He had a record player, powered by what we'll never know
And with some decent bass that permeated from below
But he only played Disco up to Italo '84
I had to check my noggin as we were greeted by a thousand sprites
And every single one of them flickered a different light
It went hours past our bedtime, but it was a pretty good night
Levitating
On a beam of light
He asked us to be our friend and of course, we very much obliged
Oh oh oh oh
In the company of souls
In our hearts are what we know
And our thoughts become our world
Oh oh oh oh
In the company of souls
In our hearts are what we know
And our thoughts become our world