Yellow Ships
Gregoire pignède, maximilian schneider, philipp Rittmannsperger, robert herz
Yellow ships
we shake rattle an roll through centuries
big eyes a small engine pushing us through summer breeze
you said there isn't any time for
to make a trip i'm sincerely asked for
with the glasses full of burgundy
in a car that looks like a frogy
we stroll down the valley in search for shrooms
the most beautiful ones telling us we are not doomed
universe is twinkling
through eternal gloom
yellow ships are sinking
in the expanding room
Would you cut that piece of wood for me
I think it doesn't fit at all to me