Cotton sun, spasms of a shooting star.
Lightning, storms that speak with the sea.
I lower my voice, I like to hear the machines.
I'm not that bad, I'm an acrobat at sea.
and a splendor of fire dances through me, jumping in this hell I am happy.
love burns, pain burns, blood burns;
there is no need to cry, nothing is true,
we must escape. explorer, you are discovering another country.
and where do the gray streaks go across the gas,
I'm down and dry, all this is going to end.
cotton sun, hug me!