they whisper of the resurrection,
the resurrection of the sixth sense
which was killed by the laws –
of time, space and the mind

how do you feel at night
does the mundane life make you unwell
hold hands with us,
the believers of the golden time

you are the face of love
the one i like too much

i am full of crazy ideas
they are there inside my head
you had better watch out
i listen to every word that is said

losing faith in this world we are living in
losing faith in everything i have got
a distorted reality exists in my head
looking, insanity, he is king
everything has gone to pot

girl i dream of that journey
of discovery and the feelings you have shown me
girl i dream of your face in amongst the crowd
unbeknown to me but so obvious, so loud