once you took me on a journey, remember me?
all the fishes in the sea, could smell the end was near
every minute seems so precious now
then there was the knocking on the door
the carousel is turning, we are in no man´s land
and wistful is the howling of a gypsy band
we like to be in control, men of routine
we like to be controlled, resisting ice-cream!
the angels sing we will fly
we have flown in an old sky
raspberry worms, rose thorns,
complain and whine you waste your time
you tell me stories i listen
your jokes i am deeply missing
you are a classic by all means
the carousel is turning, we are in no man´s land
and wistful is the howling of a gypsy band
we like to be in control, men (ladies) of routine
we like to be controlled, resisting ice-cream!
can you believe - the angels sigh…