At the Lake

Have you had a feeling You've seen this man once Despite you know you haven't, in your mind You keep wandering where and how Then you start talking An easy small talk From word to word passes the day You've talked whole the night away The friendship

People think that trains are safe Even a child plays his own train game Building and dreaming – this is his fairytale Like master of puppets in his theatre A-a-a-a, you knew your dreamworld well A-a-a-a, you could hide yourself like in a shell A-a-a-