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