Mustasch - 6.36

I´m piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen
I´m waiting for my mind to land
I´m living in a dream

I´m a wizard I´ve got magic sticks
I´m drinking liquid gold
The taste of metal in my mouth
Infected all my bones
The light´s so bright but when I close my eyes
It all explodes

I´m piled up high, the morning light
A giant silver screen
I´m waiting for my mind to land
I´m living in a dream

I can´t explain why colors fade
And everything´s a fuzz
I feel like I´m a winter´s day
Another hippie had enough

I´m piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen
I´m waiting for my mind to land
I´m living in a dream
I´m piled up high the morning light
And everything´s unreal

The wizard lost his magic sticks
The world turned into stone
The taste of metal in his mouth
And everything explodes

I´m piled up high, the morning light
A giant silver screen
I´m waiting for my mind to land
Cause everything´s unreal