I’m searching the afternoon sky,
Trying to find you up high;
Because I wanted you to have,
the best ever lemonade,
Before you burn up,
In the afternoon sun.
I’d wait till the end of the day,
Till the sun comes back again;
I’d wait holding the frozen glass,
Throughout the night till dawn pass;
I’d wait here for as long as it takes,
Until the universe conspires to make,
You come down to earth and take,
My hand; together we will say,
goodbye to this place,
And fly into the space.