"Moon Over Poznań" - Lyrics

The victim’s head is falling, her skin is smooth as silk
We’re trapped in Spanish castles, we’re high on coke and milk
We watch the moon arising, we’re turning six to nine
The dervish kiss is coming, get ready for your mind

The serious mime is watching behind the writer’s desk
He’s taking notes on vision, his suit is such a mess
He’s teaching levitation in every Sunday school
And while the sky is cracking the moon’s just burning fuel

A million monks are marching down midnight promenades
They carry silent torches for butterflies in shade
I’m not allowed to whisper, my pin is holding me
My heart’s in need of action, I found this room for free