Planet 9

You'll be fine for a while on Planet 9 and smile
Waiting for the light-blue bus
The driver wouldn't wait for us
We had to hold back the giggling laughter
To keep the groove of tired eyes

A wise man on a walking stick
Was the only one to join the kick
Our journey took to free our spirits
And unblend the moves to wired minds

The fairy tales the people told
Of windy hawks where Alice rolled
Misty nights of purple gold

The driver left us all alone
On the cemetery full of lost souls
But a wizard was awaiting us
In a sacred place of ancient dreams

His pipe blew multi-coloured rings
We all took off on mighty wings
The sorcerer sprayed a fuzzy cotton candy glaze
On sculptures without laser beams

The tumbling Stones seem far to old
The fox can't trot, too big and bald
And windy hawks where Alice rolled
Misty nights of purple gold

The nowhere man remains dissolved
The tied-up hearts get never cold
And windy hawks where Alice rolled
Misty nights of purple gold

And we'll be fine
You'll check in to Planet 9
We will fly high, high, high, high



Credits
Writer(s): Axel Schäfer, Daniel Albertus Brouns, Dennis Rux, Horst Lietz, Jan Stolterfoht, Jean-michael Brinksmeier, Lucas Zacharias, Richard Schaeffer, Rocco Rossbach, Sebastian Düwelt
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