F.a.q. Sunday Afternoon
it seems like yesterday
a day like any other before
a quite usual mood in the mind
and nothing strange seems to going on
but it feels
but it feels
for one moment
it feels like I was born
time won't standing still
the replay is running with
the same slowly speed
echoes remain forever
and more than ever I feel ground
but it feels
but it feels
for one moment
it seems like I would live a dream
the past of tomorrow
to follow the last
I can see myself sitting
in the waiting room
it seems different now
the second hand moved quietly forward
and left its vertical being
dreaming the heavenly felling
but it feels
but it feels
for one moment
I believe I'm near
frequence's changed
background stays the same
lifting off to a higher level
sunday turns again
the vision slips away
and waits till destiny
burns a new candle
the past of tomorrow
to follow the last
I can see myself
on this sunday afternoon
