歌词
We are living in the lightness
Until it falls apart
Idle in the wastelands
Our hands in the sand
Never listen to the madness
This is who we are
High in the chain of command
Our pleasure on demand
For something isn’t real right here we know
It probably is the air the wind
This feeling is weird and will not go
It probably is the air the wind or the snow
Fallen angels
on the earth of delights
Pearls at the sides of our eyes
That dropped from the skies
We will lay down
Staring way above
Waiting for the first counts
Our backs on the ground
For something isn’t real right here we know
It probably is the air the wind
This feeling is weird and will not go
It probably is the air the wind or the snow
Written by: Louis Jucker
