Fear, light of day
Miles away, never going home
Exit abyss
Follow bliss
Now you roam, you roam
And you
With your magical hands
You
Well you're not what I planned
You
Can't supply nor demand
You
Little Bo Peep
Lost her sheep
Reaching for a spark
Caravan rolls
Passes on
And the dogs will bark
And you
With your mama next door
You
Are so hard to ignore
You
Whom I always adore
You
Fear, light of day
Miles away
Never going home
Exit abyss
Follow bliss
Still got time to roam
And you
With your magical hands
You
Well you're not what I planned
You
Can't supply nor demand
You
