Sky green paradise, oh isn't it nice? Coming my way not once but twice.
Got a feeling I belong in a sea of longing
where no one is missed,
where no one is missed,
where faces and places never were.
The soft skin radiation gets it's strenght
from an imaginary sun, and the sunflower,
if there ever was one, is nothing but a dreamer.
And dreams only open at night.
But it's alright. No light, no fright will get here.
Here is nowhere and i swear
I saw a glimpse of you coming from afar,
but it was only a lonely falling star.
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