Lyrics Floating - Anette Olzon

Little birds are singing from the trees
Walking slowly on my two bare feet
Gentle grass under me as I sweep
On and on and on, on and on

I'm Floating
Floating

Someone's calling me from underneath
Putting down my ear to hear the beat
From the voices far within the deep
On and on and on, on and on

I'm Flowing
Flowing
Swaying
Floating
Flowing
Flowing
Swaying
Floating

Magic wonders in the golden breeze
Changing daily and surrounding me
In the eyeglass I can see them freeze
On and on and on, on and on

I'm Floating
Falling
Floating
Flying
Falling
Falling
Floating
Flying
On and on and on ...

Falling
(Someone's calling me from underneath)
Falling
(Putting down my ear to hear the beat)
Floating
(From the voices far within the deep)
Flying