3. Maybe Songtext
von M. Bison

Maybe my cracking fingers
Can dig their way around this hypermagic mind
And maybe my foolish wandering
Can be a soak, if not now, when?


Desire
Maybe it makes us clocker
In a place where there′s no space and time
And maybe then it's no wonder
Just can′t seem to get there now

Maybe there'll be no trees there
And I'll have no other branch to rely on
And maybe you′ll be my barber
Cut your hair to mix
Cut your hair to mix with mine