(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 lightning