The world is all in the hands of the juggler, he knows where ever the wind blows Girls collecting their shells on the sea shore, and soon the King's at the door Bicycle riders they're flying so high on the grind, the tournament sliders Smalltown Cowboys just surf in the stars of the Grill, another cheap thrill that night
Send me a postcard from Land of the Lunies Send me your greetings, the Drop Outs will tune in...
Naked horses they scatter the shells to the wind, and dance on the graveyards Arabs sealed to the cave of the Golden Scharade, now slaves to the shiver Cigarrette ceilings, this curious feeling, the Joker was more than a smoke in the jar, Silouetts of Small Red Corvettos, the Prince and Priestess, the Speed fetichettos
Makers, Brakers Rainmen they dance the mountains top twilights Shakers, Quakers Mother Earth sleep with one eye open wide
Diggin' so deep but your senses are lost in sleep, you're out of control child You're so funny when Sandman went kissing you, every wizard need his dreamdust Slowly burning, your secret of journey, keep it clean in the dream machine Blue Marina, Kaleidoscopina, waterwell deeply dug, Sweet Amorphina Send me a post card from Land of the Lunies Send me your greetings, the Drop Outs will tune in.......... Send me your dream, one more to believe in Send me a dream, realities lost and unseen.........
My Minds Eye still can see......, Can't take that away from me In my Minds Eye I'll be free......, Freedom believer, Freedom deliverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
