Help me!
i am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon
i am dancing sacrilegiously to sound of infectious tunes
there is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on earth don't seem as they are
the opal planet i once called home is revolving a dying star
Strange!
awakening from crionic sleep i vacate my homely hemesphere
my soul travels on turbulent thoughts whilst my innards remain here
i feel pity for the ignorant one who leaves the egg but the shell remains
the severence of umbilical ties multiplys his deepest pains
Thought the eyes in my head i hear the purple flower's scent
casting shadows in the shade
lusting for the gates of jade
though hallucinative wealth i can not comprehend myself
sterility, fertility - the life that dwells inside of me
I often stop to wonder whilst gazing to the sky
is there life beyond the quasars, will i find out when i die?
is there a beeing out there who gaze into the night
and see our burning sun as a tiny spark of flight?
[repeat verse one]