(Intro)
*Sample*: "Hello, hello, hello, my love"

(Verse 1)
Late night, sitting in the park on some benches, staring at the sky and the stars in ascension, thinkin' 'bout life and I started pretending, because I'm always dreaming of another heart to connect with, and it really is hard to accept it when these days I don't even feel part of the friendships, they say time heals wounds, but the scar that I'm left with, only attracts unwanted attention, unsightly to a stranger's gaze, most look through me, viewing someone else's face, but in my fantasies the girl that just passed across loves me and has the wings of an albatross, secretly she admires what I do now, and soon enough she'll come back and swoop down and pick me up so I can travel away with her to the world she inhabits everyday, because

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "Baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea, ba- baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea"

(Verse 2)
I got a thing for imaginary women, you know the type, the kind that are very different, who probably exist in a parallel dimension with my doppelganger where the hell is lessened, the kind o' girl that loves art and music, offbeat personality, and smart, not stupid, up until now I've only seen her as a silhouette, the kind that my mind's eye intercepts, but I wish you would step into better view, out of the darkness, if you're lost, I'll come and rescue you, but in the light you don't seem like the type that needs much help, you're more like the kind that could save me from myself, I'm waiting for you to sweep me, off of my Converse All-Stars into the sea's breeze, some settle for love with their feet on the ground, but, I'm much more happy in the clouds, because

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "Baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea, ba- baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea"

(Verse 3)
But truthfully, I'm sick of writing love songs in the singular, 'cause my dream girl is no one in particular, so when I picture her, she's just a product of my own vices and interests, a boyhood dream, a triflin' mistress, real love alludes me, even though it moves me, the soothing feeling, it's like a movie, continually drooling over this faceless bird maybe absurd 'cause who am I fooling, what if this portrait of you, is really just me with a Fallopian tube, I wouldn't know what to do, you've gotta be realer than just my torrid projections, where are you is not a rhetorical question, emotional exhaustion, I'm tired, alright, I think I'll just catch up on my REM like Michael Stipe, at least there is where I know you will be, and I'm in your arms, flying over the sea, because

(Chorus)
*Sample*: "Baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea, ba- baby"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "I am free"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Flying in her arms"
Chris: Uh huh, uh huh
*Sample*: "Over the sea"

(Outro)
*Sample*: "Hello, hello, hello, my"