You were the last to get out of the lift
And glanced at me, with a look to your parents.
Tell me what your name is, and how can I reach you?
Tell me a feeling, oh, make me brave again.
Since I saw you, lightning flashes through my shoulders.
Whenever I think - you look deep into my eyes.
I often stretch my arm out to you in my sleep.
I dream of you - yes, I dream of you.
Fairytale blue
So fairytale blue
Fairytale blue
So fairytale blue
Spring storms, spring storms - completely confused;
Emotions become strong, thoughts become intense.
Spaces open up, illusions always bigger,
Resistance weak and the words always quieter.
The truth swims hazily with the river, directionless;
Empty hands grasp at mine - nobody knows the time.
Waves come and wash around my body;
Currents flow hot from that direction into the ground.
Fairytale blue
So fairytale blue
Fairytale blue
So fairytale blue