Motherballs

i love this sound of mothballs in my head
because it bangs against my memories
gives me that one sense of my life
my love...
that one out of ten brilliant guiding...
i love this sound of mothballs in my head
it reminds me of an old love for life.
i love this sound of mothballs in my head
when it bangs against my memories
parachute glides, parachute glides
the sun it guides, the sun it guides
and when i wake up
the sun it sleeps in my eyes
when it bangs against my memories
i love this sound of mothballs in my head
it reminds me of an old love for life.
and then the soldiers in my dreams are soldiers of peace
of grand grand fathers, mothers...
branded into the old planks of time.
it sleeps in my eyes
and reminds me of
an old love for life.
i love this sound of mothballs in my head
it reminds me of an old love for life.
i love this sound of mothballs in my head
when it bangs against my memories