C. Koerts
He’s a mechanical lover
You will discover when you’re off
We got together
I wonder whether we were near
I sat by his side
My eyes got open, open wide
Where are we?
Are we going to forgotten fatherlands?
It’s strange you see
A kind of lift off
Please hold my hand love
It’s enough
Where are we?
Are we going to forgotten fatherlands?
It’s strange you see
Fantastic colours you will discover
It’s true
I sure remember
And will surrender to this land