Too low to find my way Too high to wonder why I've touched this place before Somewhere in another time Now I can hear the sun The clouds drifting through the blinds A half a million thoughts Are flowing through my mind A satellite recalled your voice Sent me round the world again All the night you've dreamt away Sent me round my heart again One touch upon my lips And all my thoughts are clear I feel your smoky mist Up to the stratosphere Too low to find my way Too high to wonder why I've touched this place before Somewhere in another time Now I can hear the sun The clouds drifting through the blinds A half a million thoughts Are flowing through my mind Too low to find my way Too high to wonder why I've touched this place before Somewhere in another time Now I can hear the sun The clouds drifting through the blinds A half a million thoughts Are flowing through my mind Too low to find my way Too high to wonder why I've touched this place before Somewhere in another time Now I can hear the sun