The Mind Wanders Songtext
von The Twelve Canons

The mind wanders and they say
That the moons bloom and wane
Like weeds, the mind wanders


And the trees will rise from the ground
They′re growin' on the house
If the seed doesn′t sprout

And your teeth may fall out at night
Well, your hair may wither to white
And you'll bleed but won't die

Now you′ve fallen into sleep
You′re living here with me
You won't leave this dream