(G.Snowcat)
Once again my face in the clouds
I've got all the answers
They want to know from me
To your hands
Fairytales rise in the winter
Autumn feels very strange
And the way to your room
Is so nice
So extreme in your wednesday bedroom
Not awakened, dream inside me
Try to lose my head in your pillow
Love obsession, real illusions
Maydays are coming from a split
Wednesday evenings are gone
But the fever still
Drives me insane
I'm not sure I could face the strain
If we were underneath
A thin neon lightni