words by Robert Jan Stips

energy comes from the sea
as long it's running free
children of all ages
breath the air so naturally
floating over countries
in slow motion
like a lotion to feel free

see the children grow up
in the times of nowadays
playing in the back streets
with a false smile on their face
soon they'll grow up
soon they'll show up a lazy
sometimes crazy detached race

when we try to make a sight
of what is gonna be
we just have to choose between
the back streets and the sea
since we got no real fair choice
we better let the whole world to the streams

energy comes from the sea
as long it's running free
children of all ages
breath the air so naturally
floating over countries
in slow motion
like a lotion to feel free

you think you’re living in some sort of paradise
out of your future where nobody cannot rise
you think you’re living
in some sort of paradise
out of your future
and out of your time

you’re out of future
you’ve broken with the past
your cloths won’t suit you
and lonely nights seem never to pass

you think you’re living in some sort of paradise
out of your future and nobody cannot rise
you think you’re living
in some sort of paradise
out of your future
and out of your time