Letras
Make a dream and mean to say
In a way
You speak it seems to keep it all at bay
Sound: an object to be found
Around and out
Transformation tackled to the ground
Hanging words they hang and keep control
Seep on out of you the next time
Through the hole
Fooling with the tools of bliss
You miss the mark
Reminisce you blot out with the dark
So auf wiedersehen
Sent straight through the brain
So far away from where it fell
And it came and went
Thought it was heaven-sent
But the chosen few have left view