Always

Sitting on the top of the lonesome doubledecker bus,
someone it is, but not us.
Walkin' on the moon with a tiny psychedelic spoon,
wish I could be like a toon,
reality bothers too soon.

Standing on the verge of whatever is joyful and cool,
not crossing the line like a fool,
dreaming of the place where one could be totally free,
forgetting the place that i see,
and my ship long gone in the sea,
is it yet under the sea?

Maybe you can think of a much better ending for this?
Send it to me with a kiss,
anything that ends with a kiss
sure has a better ending than this.

Like loveliness, it starts with a look and always ends with a kiss,
something here not to be missed.

10.07.2010 - 31.10.2012

Did someone send me a sign, or is it just my human design?
Searching for a piece of mind
I travelled to the edge of the world and what did I find?
It looks as the stars are alinged
And the people enjoy killing time.