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Puffs of white cotton passing the window
Everyone talking, oh, so very loud
And captain sits and seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Cigarettes burning faster and faster
Everyone talking about the everafter
And captain sits and seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody will ever know why
Nobody will ever know why
Visions of childhood rush past my eyes
In seat number 30 somebody cries
And captain sits and seems to be in a daze
One minute high, the next minute low
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
Nobody knows where we are
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Further Reflections - The Complete Recordings 1967-1969
- Dive Into Yesterday
- Tangerine Dream
- Side Trips
- Kaleidoscope - Pulsating Dreams
- A Beacon From Mars
- Incredible!
- Blues from Bagdhad: The Very Best of Kaleidoscope
- Beacon From Mars and Other Psychedelic Slide Trips
- Psychedelic Frequencies
- Pulsating Dream
- When Scopes Collide
- Creative Outlaws - U.S. Underground 1962-1970
- Every Tomorrow
- Kaleidoscope
- Faintly Blowing
- Psychedalia: Rare Blooms from the English Summer of Love
- Acid Drops, Spacedust & Flying Saucers
- Mojo: Psych Out!