The funeral parade is now I'm forgetting my mind Cry — I laugh my cry Snowman is dying — please forgive him Blown-up bears are dancing — don't hurt 'em White — but why? Light — at least never! Yellow cemetery moved to the moon again
A wind is whispering to me That he is closed by fantasy Clean my soul Sometimes candles burn without fire If you can only believe in it Get stoned and fly a little higher To kiss with Mary Jane And Love So Dark desires