Green Tunnel

March 1999 by Flying Stone

Verse 1
Three friends and me
in my car going to Berlin
Evening, the sun goes down
the shadows of the trees get longer
Dancing in the club with pretty young girls
Drinking beer and spirits
Until midnight passed far
Way back in the night, like an arrow my car
We feel so high until the movie breaks

Tuned my car, made it faster
Fly through the trees, oh yeah!
On the road I’m the master
Feeling high, feeling great
The green tunnel we pass

Verse 2
Wake up and try
to rise my head, look into the mirror
See my forehead, my eyes
The left eye, my head, all bandaged
Then very slow, piece by piece
memory comes back, of our fast trip back home
A police man shows a picture of an accidented car
One friend in a clinic, the other two lost

Verse 3
My skull fixed with plates of steel
headache when the weather changes
Sometimes epileptic attacks
in some years, I’s told, I’ll loose my memory
You bragg that you’ve survived
Say the greatest you are
Oh, shut up, do not tell me such stupid stuff
Then we go out to the tree with the scar
put out red pinks into the plastic vase

© 1999 Flying Stone