I Float Away
Spectacles on a plastic chair, chlorine cutting through the air
Colourful flags wave above, swimming days are days I love
Now it is time for the gun, a time to show everyone
Water is splashing on my face, I'm part of this human race
I can't help thinking the beat and the singing will help me to lose myself
Moving to the beat I float away
It is cold on the front, the lights of the club are shining
Go inside to find the beat, or will I just stay in my seat
The lights go dim I find the floor, rolling with swaying groovers
Reminding me of the sea, deep and dark the movers
I can't help thinking the beat and the singing will help me to lose myself
Moving to the beat I float away
I can't help thinking the beat and the singing will help me to lose myself
Moving to the beat I float away
Writer/s: The Nigel Purcell Trio