Spoutnique - Euphoria (Oh, Dear Final Frontier) Lyrics

On forth with the decent
Behold, the hibernal solstice
Circumstances made up of
Hoary flakes and hoary frost
Making way on through an ocean
Nautical miles to the gallon
Sights and sceneries
Sights and sceneries
The way on down lonesome line
Is widely known for being steep
And it leads to a singular kind of comfort
Fine reds in brown paper bags
Skim through the ages, ripping through the pages
Caves of wonder, down I wander
Hips in a motion
Lips on a potion

Oh, Euphoria
Ce soir on ira
Oh, Euphoria
Ce soir on ira

Oh, dear canopy of light
How much longer till I arrive
Oh dear final frontier
How much longer till I arrive
I've got to make it up the stream
In the pipe, 5 by 5
Oh, dear canopy of light
How long until I arrive

Oh, Euphoria