Wide-Angle

Two white flamingos flew over my head
And I thought I was on that road
I used to walk with you
When time was like a piece of peach
Even a star was not far to reach
And we laughed the nights away

There was the largest crowd
Ever standing in the cloud
Don't ask who could create new things
The kids [....] from the music they heard
In the acid alley day after day
And now I feel it is
Have to break away, at the break of day
And like to open the sky

Please don't shoot (?the band?) to the moon
Let's go electric circus
They are so high in the dressing room
I'm drinking compromised cocktails
The (?countdown?) will be over soon
Biting your painted nails
A flower [....] from the sky

But he is still playing his guitar
He wrote me a letter
He (?sent?) to my window
[....]

Give my love to the sunrise
Give my love to the sunrise
Give my love to the sunrise

Please don't shoot (?the band?) to the moon
Let's go electric circus
They are so high in the dressing room
I'm drinking compromised cocktails
The (?countdown?) will be over soon
[....] your painted nail
A flower [....] from the stars
The flowers are gone
Are gone, are gone, are gone, are gone
The flowers are gone
He's back, he's back, he's back from the stars
The flowers are gone