Passing on the Screen - Club Des Belugas

Close your eyes and I close mine

Let’s lay down — not to sleep

But to rest for a while

The lights hurt my tired eyes

I’ve used all my energy working hard

I wanna slow (down) my heartbeat

Light is passing on the screen

Old cars, cool drinks by the sea

Light is passing on the screen

Old cars, warm ground under naked feet

The sound of travel lays in the air

Not heavy more like a light swinging tune

So soft that you hardly recognize

But still it cools your heavy head —

And lingers for a while

Light is passing on the screen

Old cars, cool drinks by the sea

Light is passing on the screen

Old cars, warm ground under naked feet

I’m so dizzy from our metropolitan lives

The city lights that lay out

In front of us, can’t satisfy

No, the colors are much brighter

When they’re lightened by the sun

So let’s leave to a far distant land…

Light is passing on the screen

Old cars, cool drinks by the sea

Light is passing on the screen

Old cars, warm ground under naked feet

(Taken from the CD insert)