Waves in the Air

Testo:

© Andel
Waves in the Air

Out of the speakers, into the air
come to my ears, into my mind.
Into my fingers, that's how it runs through me.

Making music is such an endless pleasure
An endless space, not to be measured.

I try to capture all the vibes in the air
to let my soul swing, to take and share.

I am a receiver who tunes in
I’ll find the transmitter of good old music.
Waves of power flow through my system
Let the god of the muse, play on me.

We surf the waves in the ocean of sound
Yes, we are surfing the waves in the ocean of sound

Out of the speakers, into the air
come to my ears, into my mind.
Into my fingers, that's how it runs through me.

And it goes in and out, through me
I don't want to be a resistor

I am a receiver who tunes in
I find the transmitter of good old music.
Waves of power flow through my system
let the god of the muse, play on me.