Peter Von Poehl

Lost In Space

Peter Von Poehl


Spin and spin
Twirl and twist
And cocoon
Motionless
In comfy clothes
We dreamed
Browsed away in oceanic sentiments
We'd fly away, passing every continent
As we pleased
Unfolded slowly
Stretched out limbs
To the maximum of faith
Spin and spin
Twirl and twist
And cocoon
Motionless
In comfy clothes
We dreamed
Punched the cash machine
Hang the expenses
Dame fortune was watching
Waving casually to the crowd
We sent out sparks
To the world
Like secret agents of love
Millions of tiny splints
Lost in space