BACK THERE
music ©by mafish, text ©by ralf moß
We're hunting truth above the clouds
The sun devours the little harmless moon
A farmer burns his littered harvest pool
We're buying lies without a pound
No one cries and no one shouts
Without a noise the steady tin soldier melts under the sun
There out a choice of hogs is overacting with the pun
We pay the prize without a doubt
Dive through a sea of coloured thoughts
Nice what you see without your eyes
Hear the whisper of an old
Wrinkled goblin's talk
But never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a fault
Never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a great mistake
Never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a fault
The tower bell counts twelve
The beds are screaming with delight
A shadow piddles in the night
It is the count himself
We talk about to delve
Into the history of our lunacy
To get a little hit for you and me
The boat lies on the shelf
Dive through a sea of coloured thoughts
Nice what you see without your eyes
Hear the whisper of an old
Wrinkled goblin's talk
But never try to understand a single word
Too much understanding is a great mistake
But never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a fault
Never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a fault
Never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a great
Mistake
No one cries and no one shouts
We pay the prize without a doubt
We're buying lies without a pound
The sun devours the little harmless moon
A farmer burns his littered harvest pool
We know it's all a show
And we'll never never go
Back there
Back there
Back there
Back there
We'll never go
Back there
But never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a fault
Never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a great mistake
Never try to understand
A single word
Too much understanding
Is a fault
