Out an the tiles
we're greeting the new sun
out in the fields
we're melting for invocation
out an the streets
we're watching the blond flow
we walk the common ground
under a sun of steel
we walk the fields of glass
under a sun of steel
We are not of this earth
We are strangers from another world
The pretty little accidents
by chance they cross your way
but only when you think
that you fear another day
Memories are passing
in my rearview mirror
like eternal visions
endless, restless
we are like mountains
made of desires and dreams
we are the flickering flames
an the black silk of the firmament
and every man is for himself

Erstellt 14.04.`03