Woorden: Peter Von Poehl. Lost In Space.

Spin and spin
Twirl and twist,
And cocoon.
Motionless
In comfy clothes,
We dreamed;
Browsed away in oceanic sentiments,
We?d fly away, passing every continent,
As we pleased.
Unfolded slowly,
Stretched out limbs
To the maximum of faith.
Spin and spin
Twirl and twist,
And cocoon.
Motionless
In comfy clothes,
We dreamed;
Punched the cash machine,
Hang the expenses;
Dame fortune was watching,
Waving casually to the crowd.
We sent out sparks
To the world,
Like secret agents of love,
Millions of tiny splints,
Lost in space.

(Merci a Leon DUONER pour cettes paroles)