Fantasy II - Fenster

We found our own place

Making money for the first time

We burned the days away

Sitting pretty on a landslide

They would come when I called out

Premonitions fail to blow out

Fire in the future lighthouse

Where were you?

When I called out

We build a hideaway

Selling tickets to the afterlife

We blew our minds away

Drifting softly on a landmine

They would come when I called out

Premonitions fail to blow out

Fire in the future lighthouse

Premonitions fail to blow out

Fire in the future lighthouse

Where were you, when I called out?

You’re just in time to be dead