Rising up over the rainbow... Flying, trying I see where all the clouds grow... Soothing, smoothing
And I go under the stones Through the tunnels of fame and fate I talk to the witch and the bones Show me the way...
I scream from the top of the mountain Bursting, cursing I drink from the crystal fountain... Thirsty, mercy
And I go under the city Away from the 'what-has-been' I see nothing that's pretty Oh, the amoeba he hings...
Sun in my pocket And the sky at the bottom of the sea
Oh, the world's spinning 'round ...what was up is now down And the night is the day ...in a strange kind of way
Sun in my pocket And the sky at the bottom of the sea
Excited, I'm thrilled and delighted... Fighting, biting And again I will dance on the lightning, Loaded, corroded
And I go under the mountain Where trolls are awake They hide in the mirrors And the underground lakesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.