Lyrics
My mind is still on fire, they always ache for more
The same game that they seem to play, for the suns they all are far away, we cannot live without this organized wide world
a blessing for night time
darkness runs over the fields
Lifting up my state of mind, comforts me to picture me
remember we re living
Lifting up my state of mind, to take night for a second day of, how deeply touched by this silent embrace
try to clear my mind from the day
when i am at home
We cannot live without this organized wide world, i take a walk in the desolate town
i behold history
I behold history, remember we re living, the same game that they seem to play
the presence of the moon
lights up my own cocoon
we cannot live without this organized wide world
To take night for a second day, lifting up my state of mind Mindgames, lifting up my state of mind
I behold history, how deeply touched by this silent embrace
The presence of the moon, my mind is still on fire
Finally i m off to bed around the break of dawn, the presence of the moon, satisfied i close my eyes
Head up to the sky, a blessing for night time
Overwhelmed by the stars, senses wide open
though everyone sleeps
I m wide awake, remember we re living, comforts me to picture me
in the wake of eternity
Head up to the sky, i start to live Night, overwhelmed by the stars
lifting up my state of mind
My dreams are on their way, i ll carry on for the sunset light, the presence of the moon
Try to clear my mind from the day, to take night for a second day Night, you may think the modern age is to blame
Though everyone sleeps, finally i m off to bed around the break of dawn of, while writing down my own ideas
They always ache for more, i ll carry on for the sunset light, we cannot live without this organized wide world
We cannot live without this organized wide world, into this night
you may think the modern age is to blame
So sleepily i yawn, we cannot live without this organized wide world Mindgames, it doesn t seem to work now just to lay down and retire
In the wake of eternity, they always ache for more
They always ache for more, while writing down my own ideas
It doesn t seem to work now just to lay down and retire, i take a walk in the desolate town
for the suns they all are far away
