Lyrics
Oh my baby my little one |
How romantic it could be |
To climb the sky |
Walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining blue |
And build a hamac of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon |
And i love you again and again |（
I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun |
Because I'm my own ghost I'm really dead, this time |
I'm dead like the corpse in their 6 feet undergraves |
How romantic it could be to climb the sky in a hamac made of clouds |
A hamac made of clouds my little one |
How romantic it could be |
To climb the sky |
Walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining blue |
And build a hamac of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon |
And i love you again and again |（
I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun |
Because I'm my own ghost I'm really dead, this time |
I'm dead like the corpse in their 6 feet undergraves |
How romantic it could be to climb the sky in a hamac made of clouds |
A hamac made of clouds my little one |