Take a magic carpet to the olden days. To a
mythical land where everybody lays. Around in the
clouds in a happy daze in Kizmiaz...Kizmiaz.
Flamingos stand easy on bended knees. Palm trees
wave over tropical seas of azure waves and lazy
breeze in Kizmiaz...Kizmiaz. Over raspberry skies
spires of the Shaz. Point to the heavens that this
place has. You would swim all the way from
Alcatraz to Kizmiaz...Kizmiaz. It lies on the
horizon in a golden haze. No one believes their
eyes the legend says. Held hypnotized in a frozen
gaze on Kizmiaz...Kizmiaz. The vibrations kiss the
ships would pass. Kizmiaz...Kizmiaz.