He shows disdain for all this world Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high What's in his head's made of fantasies Celestial bodies, all kinda stars
In a different time he'd fly, leave his pretty life behind Pass all planets, make his way through our galaxy - and
Gape in awe at the burning sun A tangled mesh, insane, divine Near infinite mighty source Of a day not bound to end
Spends his days on a cloud it seems Go and nudge him, ask what it's like He'd smile and turn, as if tantalized Concealing something, ain't there for real
His illusions make him see his wildest dreams come true Quite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel and
Gape in awe at the burning sun A tangled mesh, insane, divine Near infinite mighty source Of a day not bound to end
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Gape in awe at the burning sun A tangled mesh, insane, divine Near infinite mighty source Of a day not bound to end
Gape in awe at the burning sun A tangled mesh, insane, divine Near infinite mighty source Of a day not bound A day not bound A day not bound to end
Compositor: M. WeikathPublicado em 2012 (11/Set) e lançado em 2012 (01/Dez)ECAD verificado fonograma #2934975 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM