Intro
Behind of every order there is a resistance.
Silently resistance over me.
Afraid of every girl I meet there is an answer.
Answer me who I'm supposed to be.
Up to be now.
Ahhhhâ¦.
Ahhâ¦.
Aahhhâ¦.
Aaahhâ¦.
Ahead of every door I cross there is another one.
Cruel and clumsy intention to be free.
Why don't you accept your islandness?
Why don't you accept your islandness?
It's a matter of space!
A matter of space!
A matter, a matter, a matter of space!
â¦Go!
Ahhhâ¦.
Ahhhhâ¦.
Aahhhâ¦.
Aahhhâ¦.
Bill Bixby in a cementerium tried to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind!
Bill Bixby in a cementerium tried to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind!
Instrumental
Bill Bixby in a cementerium tried to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind!
Bill Bixby in a cementerium tried to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind!
Bill Bixby in a cementerium tried to blow my mind,
Try to blow my mind, try to blow my mind!