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i have flown to star-stained heights on bend and battered wings in search of mythical kings mythical kings sure that everything of worth is in the sky and not the earth and i never learned to make my way down down down Songtextewhere the iguanas play i have ridden comet tails in search of magic rings to conjure mythical kings mythical kings singing scraps of angel-song high is right and low is wrong and i never taught myself to give down down down where the iguanas live astral walks i try to take i sit and throw i ching aesthetic bards and tarot cards are the cords to which i cling don't break my strings (i wish you would) or i will fall (i wish i could i wish i could i wish i could) curse the mind that mounts the clouds in search of mythical kings and only mystical things mystical things cry for the soul that will not face the body as an equal place and i never learned to touch for real or feel the things iguanas feel down down down where they play teach me teach me teach me reach me. Aus Songtexte Mania