Taylor, Taylor, Rhodes, Le Bon, Ronson, Brown


Across the sky a jet-trail following
the wish that I was on that plane
on my way to some far destination, undiscovered never mentioned
sipping on the high of expectation, I awaken to the shade

maybe it's a rained out town one you want to leave behind
when a winter's on the ground, if you ever wonder?

we believe, in the cold grey light we dream
there's a place for us... Mediterranea
yes we believe, where the white sands touch the sea
there's a space for us... Mediterrenea

I'm trading air for touchdown ecstasy
arriving there in a wave of heat
9am: the beach - tequila mayhem, sum of all suburban daydreams
waiting for a look, the invitation, I awaken to the shade

maybe it's a rained out town, one you want to leave behind
when a winter's on the ground, if you ever wonder

we believe, in the cold grey light we dream
there's a place for us... Mediterranea
yes we believe, where the white sands touch the sea
there's a space for us... Mediterranea

oh imagine... summer fashion
see yourself in an old port town
let the sun shine out of your mind
a bed of light to lay you down

we believe, in the cold grey light we dream
there's a place for us... Mediterranea
yes we believe, where the white sands touch the sea
there's a space for us... Mediterranea
and we believe
yes we believe
there's a place for us... Mediterranea