In the violence, we celebrate again
ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's four oÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'clock in the morning, weÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'll wait again
And IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm high all the time
I wonder why everytime
ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no more faces and no more black velvet crush
And thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no more, thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no more circles and no more strain
Cause I am floating, IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm floating
Yeah I am floating, IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm floating
See a little girl in a yellow dress
SheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's playing
You see a little boy in a yellow shirt
HeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's running circles around his shadows in the sand
HeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's says hi all the time
He wonders why every time
And thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no more faces and no more black velvet crush
And thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no more, thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no more circles and no more strain
Cause I am floating, IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm floating
I am floating, IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm floating away
Yeah I am floating away, I am floating away, I am floating away
I am floating, I am floating away
Yeah I am floating away, I am floating away yeah
I am floating, I am floating away