Micemakers
Lyrics:
Christoph Roth
Flying
trees and falling rain
Bursted castles crashing through the train
Fears in the tower up that dusty hill
Some eyes in the distance can't stand still
People
on an island here to stay
Just to forget their funny days
Fiery swords beyond their brains
Overfilled with cheese and chains
Lights
in the shadow
Streets through our house
Mountains to climb
Feed for one's mouse
Micemakers
walking on our street
Micemakers following your feet
Empty
bottles, burning bees
Frosted fishes in the seas
Frantic women start to pray
Golden crows, a silent fay
A
dream was crossed by sleeping pills
Teath hardened by a thousand chills
Touching imperceptibly
The cords to our fantasy
Lights
in the shadow
Streets through our house
Mountains to climb
Feed for one's mouse
Micemakers
walking on our street
Micemakers following your feet