Der Schlafmann Kommt Lyrics

	Flies are the
	Cameras of
	God. Invisibly connected to the eternal
	Frequence of their collective
	Data-Memory they are watching from every
	Corner since
	Millions of
	Years, dragging all
	Seen within them, and if we dare to listen they buzz their
	Films into our
	Dreams...
	A 'Bowl with gleamfresh
	Milk and Bread from
	Worker's Hand' -
	Taste accompanies blurred
	Views of Movement, curved in a
	Point with
	Wings and
	Eyes. It buzzes a
	Wave like in dump
	Fever-Memories and wobbles sweet
	Circles around the
	Child's Eyes.
	Dusk in young
	Senses, to warm
	Realms they drown, bewiched by the
	Voice of the
	Flyman and
	Sleepman comes -
	Echoworld
	Caravan Dreamsandhead synapsed to
	Diamonds, back to the
	Bottom where it all began, the
	Mirrors of
	Echoworld.
	Sheep keep on counting into the warm
	Whoolfuneral
	Whirls Sleep deep down falling into dead
	Angle's shining
	Worlds ...and loose all
	ClingMarks. "Folge mir in den Sonnenschein durch Zauberfelder und St¤dte aus Eins. Bald wìrd' Dein Leben ein gl¤serner Sarg, hier bleibst Du Licht, alle Freunde sind da, Komm!"
	When will
	I see Mum and
	Daddy again?
	Sie kommen bald nach!
	Will Peter join us, and
	Mary and Dave?
	Wann immer er schl¤ft!
	High down so heavy we fly
	Timecream-
	Skies. Children are playing and sing by our
	Side, Schala-la-la,
	Der Schlafmann kommt.
	Schlaf, schlafe, schlafe, komm und bleibe fìr immer...
	Das Kind ganz ruhig im
	Bette liegt, blau im
	Gesicht, mit leerem
	Blick, und starrt der
	Mutter Tr¤nen wund: "Der Schlafmann hat mich heimgeholt..." ...and if we dare to follow we never will return...

	Flies are the
	Cameras of
	God. Invisibly connected to the eternal
	Frequence of their collective
	DataMemory they are watching from every
	Corner since
	Millions of
	Years, dragging all
	Seen within them, and if we dare to listen they buzz their
	Films into our
	Dreams...
	A ' Bowl with gleamfresh
	Milk and Bread from
	Worker' s Hand'
	Taste accompanies blurred
	Views of Movement, curved in a
	Point with
	Wings and
	Eyes. It buzzes a
	Wave like in dump
	FeverMemories and wobbles sweet
	Circles around the
	Child' s Eyes.
	Dusk in young
	Senses, to warm
	Realms they drown, bewiched by the
	Voice of the
	Flyman and
	Sleepman comes
	Echoworld
	Caravan Dreamsandhead synapsed to
	Diamonds, back to the
	Bottom where it all began, the
	Mirrors of
	Echoworld.
	Sheep keep on counting into the warm
	Whoolfuneral
	Whirls Sleep deep down falling into dead
	Angle' s shining
	Worlds ... and loose all
	ClingMarks. " Folge mir in den Sonnenschein durch Zauberfelder und St dte aus Eins. Bald wi rd' Dein Leben ein gl serner Sarg, hier bleibst Du Licht, alle Freunde sind da, Komm!"
	When will
	I see Mum and
	Daddy again?
	Sie kommen bald nach!
	Will Peter join us, and
	Mary and Dave?
	Wann immer er schl ft!
	High down so heavy we fly
	Timecream
	Skies. Children are playing and sing by our
	Side, Schalalala,
	Der Schlafmann kommt.
	Schlaf, schlafe, schlafe, komm und bleibe fi r immer...
	Das Kind ganz ruhig im
	Bette liegt, blau im
	Gesicht, mit leerem
	Blick, und starrt der
	Mutter Tr nen wund: " Der Schlafmann hat mich heimgeholt..." ... and if we dare to follow we never will return...

	Flies are the
	Cameras of
	God. Invisibly connected to the eternal
	Frequence of their collective
	DataMemory they are watching from every
	Corner since
	Millions of
	Years, dragging all
	Seen within them, and if we dare to listen they buzz their
	Films into our
	Dreams...
	A ' Bowl with gleamfresh
	Milk and Bread from
	Worker' s Hand'
	Taste accompanies blurred
	Views of Movement, curved in a
	Point with
	Wings and
	Eyes. It buzzes a
	Wave like in dump
	FeverMemories and wobbles sweet
	Circles around the
	Child' s Eyes.
	Dusk in young
	Senses, to warm
	Realms they drown, bewiched by the
	Voice of the
	Flyman and
	Sleepman comes
	Echoworld
	Caravan Dreamsandhead synapsed to
	Diamonds, back to the
	Bottom where it all began, the
	Mirrors of
	Echoworld.
	Sheep keep on counting into the warm
	Whoolfuneral
	Whirls Sleep deep down falling into dead
	Angle' s shining
	Worlds ... and loose all
	ClingMarks. " Folge mir in den Sonnenschein durch Zauberfelder und St dte aus Eins. Bald wì rd' Dein Leben ein gl serner Sarg, hier bleibst Du Licht, alle Freunde sind da, Komm!"
	When will
	I see Mum and
	Daddy again?
	Sie kommen bald nach!
	Will Peter join us, and
	Mary and Dave?
	Wann immer er schl ft!
	High down so heavy we fly
	Timecream
	Skies. Children are playing and sing by our
	Side, Schalalala,
	Der Schlafmann kommt.
	Schlaf, schlafe, schlafe, komm und bleibe fì r immer...
	Das Kind ganz ruhig im
	Bette liegt, blau im
	Gesicht, mit leerem
	Blick, und starrt der
	Mutter Tr nen wund: " Der Schlafmann hat mich heimgeholt..." ... and if we dare to follow we never will return...

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