The days run away like wild indian horse over the hill
the hill is far away from here
it burns bright and fast
all in flames under a melting skies...
Burning inside I feel my brain distroyed
crawling on the edge of a frozen sea
strange kind of feeling deep inside my den
strange kind of thoughts in the evening wind.....
Ice...beautiful sound,a cool winter breeze brings me
some kind of blue
I've been thinking about the road I've been driving
where i've lost things where i've found things
my friends,by the river on this side of the road,
out of mind,wild drunken junkies,never to become real,
never stop,endless dreamers,never wake up
singing the blues ever since the world begone
morning,uptown,evening,downtown,eastside,westside...
bLa bLa bLa............
I want you to buy me strange kind of good time
take me with you,throw me away
let me be the old blue man
and i'll think that you understand...

We Should Chase The Wind, The Heat
Ride The Morning-Evening Colours
Drive A Car, A Wave
Cry On The Top Of The Mountine
And Burn The Ground All Around
With The Rainbow Drops That Fall From Our Eyes
Laughin' Together With The 309'th Death Of Mine
Sunriseraction, Mooncrusifiction In Revers
And Eat The Holes In The Sky
'Cos Today I'am What I've Never Thought I'll Be...