Sugar Stone Songtext
von Tapiman

Drive your magic jet away to endless skies
You can get a greater speed, no traffic lights
Forty thousand feet from home and getting higher
Higher than the crazy clouds that float in fire
Getting strange, I′m ready for the race
Getting strange, I'm ready for the fame
Blind man driver screaming for more all the way
Laughing madly just because he′s much insane
Changing badly the direction through the rain
Negative reactions of a rusty brain
Getting strange, I'm ready for the race


Getting strange, I'm ready for the fame
Don′t know if it′s really me but I don't care
Blind man driver screaming for more once again
Keep your head close to your seat, the sun is gone
Look away, the moon is just a sugar stone
Getting strange, I′m ready for the race
Getting strange, I'm ready for the fame
Getting strange, I′m ready for the race
Getting strange, I'm ready for the fame
Getting strange, I′m ready for the fame
Getting strange, I'm ready for the fame