His fingers growing limp, no strength to pluck the strings
He's sung himself to sleep again, the sound of silence rings
Into never-never land he jumps and spreads his wings
To soar off through the clouds again, the moon so softly sings

Where's my Leeeloo?
Where's my girl?
Where's my Leeeloo?
Where's my world?

His body's playing on but his minds so far above
The insence wine and candle light and other things he loves
Floatign there in silence, the feathers of a dove
Drift down through the dark of night onto the face of

The face of Leeeloo
My girl
The face of Leeeloo
My world

So back to earth he falls, right back into his skin
Right back into the cords he plays, he gentily slips back in
And so this song has grown since taken from the shelf
Into something more today, into something else

Something about Leeloo...