Like Tim Burton colours When the eve is coming down We live in Coppermoon a dreamy little town Where rusty lamplights longing to replace the day And trying to enchant the impure on our way
But demons are shining brighter And (A) swear it's my only moon I stare in the Visionlighter A liquid of the sun
In our dreams they create new realities The relations of vision and life The other side ...other side.... other side
They say this town belongs to "Green" the Scarecrow Man A thin illusion with no face and many hands A skinny spider made of blood and dirt and bones Injected with a curse inside the pavement stones
The demons are shining brighter And swear it's my only moon I stare at the Visionlighter A liquid of the sun
In a dream they create new realities The relations of vision and life The other side ....other side...... other side
And the vision is Morro Jable Is a portrait of Coppermoon Now I just have to find a ladder To climb up to the sun
In our dreams they create new realities The relations of vision and life And we try to amend - These chains of evidence
And still searching for the other side The other side.... other side..... other sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
