Amazed by the fishing lines, The organ is fading in through the night. I wonder how I land in this mess, Where I see you dancing in disorder, Wearing your Finland’s princess dress. A blink would drag me through the clouds, You dream about a house on the moon. Dazed in the crowd, Your cold voice is ringing in my head, And all around. Someday I’ll give you all I found on the way, I’ll offer you the songs, the words, the promises, The things I never dare to say. A blink would drag me through the clouds, You dream about a house on the moon. I’m gonna build a house on the moon, I’m gonna build your house on the moon.