|Sipping absinthe at a cafe table|Feeling serene and surreal|You wafted by, in a cloud of desire|Leaving your pheromone trail, on the air, on the air ....||Deep in this song you will hear my answer|Murmured in indigo blue|Listen for me on radio waves, I'll whisper the password to you, on the air, on the air|Leaving our pheromone trail, on the air|