Supernovas

I always wanted to become a good good boy

Now I know I am not

They say « Boy you're living on the moon »

But I swear I am not

If I could I surely would take a plane

And watch the world from the bright side, from the good side

And make an air pocket in my cloudy mind

Where burning supernovas seem like dying candle lights

I always wanted to become a real real man

Now I know I know I know I am not

The say « Boy you should try to keep your feet down on the ground »

But I swear I can not

If I could I surely would take a plane

And watch the world from the bright side, from the good side

And make an air pocket in my cloudy mind

Where burning supernovas seem like dying candle lights

I always wanted to become a good good boy

Now I know I am not