fantasy seeds

[SpicyF]

on the move
sometimes laughter is heard
you make the move
you even think sometimes
about the future
often, but not always, you see it
although
in time
we will all die
hopefully this will happend in a nice orderly fashon
one man enters, one man leaves
sometimes the sun is shining
sometimes it rains
am i wasting my time with this bartender thing
lay a whisper
and you will know
it feels like wednesday
we usually dont think about days
but the days
come after the hours
I see a cloud
silently crossing the sky
I wonder if it has a fantasy
will they open the gate?
or is it filthy
I dont know
groover is back with the obvious child
concorde across the midnight
we see this angel
out of control
will it ever stop
the shadows are lurking
and we dream
about the lone places behind a bar
sometimes you live in an igloo
its cold and wet
why bother with deception
when everything has a breaking point
all the fear we see in the brain
but only indoors
eurodancer across the land
and not be right
we go downstream
with our bicycle
why is the wheel round
this everlasting gas station is revolving
i wonder if it will go to new york
or maybe ibiza
the love we see
where is my mind?