I'd like to fill the emptiness of lonely words
I sometimes find on my way through crowded streets in my mind
Listening to a falling star
colecting wisches from the world
papermoon and matchbox cars
the melody of childhood green
in my heart
playing with the lazy cat on my wooden lazy chair
circling round with the wind
yellow rhythm in the air
you're my love
(Thomas Zwerina / Evi Lerch)