Whatever happened to the great escape The finest enemy. Crafted with pride by monsters on the train. The world is great to suckers We have the story
The beautiful Elisabeth, Dachs by her feet and spirits rising high. A falcon and the whitest dove, With St. Martin?s luck And a taste for courtly love
The blue hour whispers What we won?t say. Our steps won?t get lost In the city. We hid among the raindrops, Both thinking a bit too loud Of the Outland
May Day is rioting in the streets. The corner shop is closed; The pier had been torched. The act of creation changes skin, It should be time to buckle
I woke up at dawn, Not even the tide was up. Getting ready to run, But the last tune was fighting back. I opened my eyes, eventually, Not quite sure of
Spin and spin Twirl and twist, And cocoon. Motionless In comfy clothes, We dreamed; Browsed away in oceanic sentiments, We?d fly away, passing every continent
I dropped a few shells on my way Far is the dune of the ruby sand, Where I would sit And watch the time stopping by. I crossed a village made of ice,
Sleepwalkers standing On marshy ground; They won?t fall if you don?t wake them up. The icicles on the old jugde?s beard, Won?t tell him what he?s guilty
A lucky charm made of wind is all I have; A jungle juice to shake my blood Is what I need I cried for the wolf that fed Remus and Romulus, 4/9 476 ? time
A little creature Tea spoon-tall But a good heart and that's a start Strolling around the park you don't care People can do What ever they like
The winter show was right on time, Windy days on a cliff. They were waiting by the shore, Frozen figures in the dark. I?m a thousand miles away From that
By the time he left the city, Through restless streets Already led astray, A promise faded north-side of the bridge; All these forgotten figures Carried
My trumpets are down The wind callously composed The guitar is gone and the rest of the band transposed. But i stick to single notes And things i understand
Voices from the well Sing the latest news. The river lost the race, Steps were rolling down the stairway. The ancient man above just Can?t make up his
Tactful and discreet The bell tolls five Still raining outside The bell tolls five Still hard to confine The bell tolls five How much have we
I fell just before. I don't know why. Just couldn't walk anymore, something in my way. Now my steps are smaller, a little smaller than before. So I will
The tooth fairy takes, but she gives in return, no prices for guessing, but somehow you just had to learn. Here I am sitting in my favourite bar with
Virgin mountains when l look around l hear them calling out for more I'm so excited to be here where the dots are in control Escalating, they fit in
