Turn out the lights
if you don’t know where to start
the goods of today it brings you nothing
tomorrow won’t tear apart
Cool winds are raging
I get so confused
I water the flowers
with strawberry tea an apple juice
I’m happy in the morning
I’m sad in the evening
which leaves time in-between
to wash up the dishes and paint the ceiling
And the man in the moon
turns out to be a woman
she hangs down her face
and sees the sky undressing
everything’s naked now - naked
rain over me
I guess you could’ve been a judge
or a top gynecologist
if you’ve watched more TV
and learned how to laugh at the communists
But we just drink up our drinks
as we wipe out our days
become transparent - disappear
into our glasses in separate ways
And the man in the moon
turns out to be a woman
she hangs down her face
and sees the sky undressing
everything’s naked now - naked
rain over me