Text: Mustasch. 6_36.

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

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

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

I canA't explain why colors fade
And everythingA's a fuzz
I feel like IA'm a winterA's day
Another hippie had enough


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

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

IA'm piled up high, the morning light
A giant silver screen
IA'm waiting for my mind to land
Cause everythingA's unreal