White dotted lines swaying back and forth (give the) Solid river, mystically unfolds Heavy eyelids and howling stereo Good vibrations wherever we go (White dotted lines) Through the palm trees, we see to our land Path the graveyards and its dune of sand No one onboard really understands Why it matters, where the headlights land White dotted lines shooting from the sky Through the palm trees, dancing in the pines Heavy eyelids and howling stereo It's a function, we know where to go, oh White dotted lines jumping up and down Welcome to the self, take a look around See the islands, they say hi to you There's no way back, you're part of the crew