Songtext von The Golden Dream

Kill the sun, kill the moon instead Someone's gone to your little head Don't look so sad! Chevaux il fait! Fatal place in your final hour Little peace for the here and now Don't look so sad! Chevaux il fait! You say you're so unmade You're untitled too You make the stars behave When they're close to you Don't forget, when you're fast asleep There's a plan you need to keep Roll on! Roll on! Chevaux il fait! Chimere dore!