Waking up from the illusions last night In a desert of cliches and mirages They have beautiful names and murderous decorations For them starry-eyed storm chasers While we are rovers that no one would come after My stereo blasting unsung classics On our way of an escape from Psychedelic asphyxiation Come is the cloud with boots of rain Pouring down into the fjords and lagging the train Our last umbrella lost in vain Only tears remain on the radar display The lonely arctic spring creeps into my brain The circuit in my vein weeps Over the birth and destined death of yet another Poetic creation I try to be a seeker, a lover and a distributor Of the ultimate hype about A multitude of neural communications Excited by the raving steam coming off your stone My songs are the fuel for the heating solution So we set out for the poet annihilation In search for a salvation to both parties' Existential problems The setting sun and an extended lack of daylight I crave for my sanity veering out of my sight The teletext says it'll snow again tonight To extinguish every endless fight We still can't resist the temptation to hate And we strive to avoid devastation as fate Then we just recover the remains of Our own conclusions Some other day when the time has come All the radio stations down and gone Unchained emotional outbursts Necessarily overrides our internal Appropriate libidos Say goodbye to the beautiful dreams As the engine sings against the drums Usurping the memories of the fallen Noise overwhelmed by the melodies Absurdly comforting Some other day when the time has come All the radio stations down and gone Unchained emotional outbursts Necessarily overrides our internal Appropriate libidos Say goodbye to the beautiful dreams As the engine sings against the drums Usurping the memories of the fallen Noise overwhelmed by the melodies Absurdly comforting Absurdly comforting