I have a coat, that has three sleeves
And into one, the thief he peeks
I follow you into a mine
A mine that has no place in time

The shiny, precious, silver dreams
Are only made of cold steel
And a steely sky likes to say goodbye
To all of those in the mines

The boulevard is full of light
From the advertising concubines
The entrance to the mine collapsed
We live till there is no air left

Oh, I cannot believe
The thief is crawling up my sleeve
He's pouring gun powder
Into my coat, it's going to explode

This is the feeling
That's never been poured
Into a song before

released on
The Masterpiece

running time
4:28

tags
dreams, sky, mine, thief