6 acessos
Like Tim Burton colours
When the eve is coming down
We livein Coppermoon a dreamy little town
Where rusty lamplights longing to replace the day
And trying to enchant the impure on our way
But demons are shining brighter
And (A) swear it´s my only moon
I stare inthe Visionlighter
A liquid of the sun
In our dreams they create new realities
The relations of vision and life
The other side ...other side.... other side
They say this town belongs to „Green " the Scarecrow Man
A thin illusion with no face and many hands
A skinny spidermade of blood and dirt and bones
Injected with a curse inside thepavement stones
The demons are shining brighter
And swearit ´s my only moon
I stare atthe Visionlighter
A liquid of the sun
In a dream they create new realities
The relations of vision and life
The other side ....other side...... other side
And the vision is Morro Jable
Is a portrait of Coppermoon
Now I just have to find a ladder
To climb up to the sun
In our dreams they create new realities
The relations of vision and life
And we try to amend -
These chains of evidence
And still searching for the other side
The other side.... other side..... other side