Honeymagic Songtext
von Robert Hinrichs

All that seems to be
Across the land and sea
Forces moving clocks
And boulders
All on the run
From that devil Sun


Lie ourselves in grass
Find ourselves at last
Honeymagic
Moving color
The Dream, and Backward One
The pattern I become

A call from far away
Light creeps into day
Only emptiness
Sweet harmony of sadness
Wraps the world
In its dark fold