Our heads tilt back into the half flattened old and mouldy pillow
In the back of the wagon under the weeping willows
Watching the luminous drowning sun
Watching the luminous drowning sun
Watching the luminous drowning sun
Watching the luminous drowning sun
Ahhhh
Our heads tilt back as we begin chatting with the full moon
Looking through the celestial sphere as the sun dissappeared
We lay beneath the glimmering glowing stars
We lay beneath the glimmering glowing stars
We lay beneath the glimmering glowing stars
We lay beneath the glimmering glowing stars
Ahhhh
Ahhhh
Living on our flying mattress
We take it everywhere we go oh yea
Living on our flying mattress
We take it everywhere we go just to find our home