We will be together forever
Looking for the magic mushrooms
My good wife
It was only for a short time
Now you are in my old shirt
Bearing my name
And I promised you a lot more
And I didn't have anything
We somehow managed it
It has been at least two hundread years
The world was flat these days
And we were a little bit afraid
That the beds can't be moved to each other
That the Sunday will be short
And we will get burned some day
You know my every gesture
And you are cursing me in your mind
When you are mute
Sometimes our connection isn't good
Our eyes turn into puddles
And I'm looking for you
I see you farther, and other day closer
It'll be good, you'll see
The table-cloth is sticky because of the wax
When the body of the candle is dwindling
It has been at least two hundread years
The world was flat these days
And we were a little bit afraid
That the beds can't be moved to each other
That the Sunday will be short
And we will get burned some day
The moon will show us the hillside
Where the mycelium smells
We will be together
We will be together forever
Looking for the magic mushrooms
My good wife
It was only for a short time
In my old shirt
Bearing my name
We will be together forever
Looking for the magic mushrooms
My good wife
It was only for a short time
In my old shirt
Bearing my name