There´s a story I want to tell
I don´t now what it´s about
I think there are clouds
and black lights around
Maybe I feel happy there
because I´m there so often
Is there a tree I lay under
never saw such a red sky
never thought the sun could be black
It´s good to be here
it´s bad to be there
But I think this place is much better
than all of the rest
I never mind if it´s bad
I just love beeing there
such a silent place
