Gedanken

Look up to the sky, heads are flying by
In the land with no heads fools hang in to trees
Where love is like a muddy river run by frozen heat
But the green fields go out and out under the sun

Look up to the sky, heads are flying by
In the land with no heads fools hang in to trees
Where love is like a muddy river run by frozen heat
But the green fields go in and out under the sun