World without a breeze. Heartbeat of the heat above the harbour. Lazy day lies dazed upon the shelf. Atomic lizards lick at the blaze of the light that is forever. No move in the solid skies. No gleaming metal out of the breathtaking blue. -Chorus- (My golden circus girls all sailed away. The lion tamers are no longer due to play. Whoever breaks the seven seals and lets the angry angels free. I do not know, just waiting here. For summer rain. For summer rain. Or anything else) Prophet hold your head up. Into a cluster of bees and listen. "Love of my life
here is all our honey. Yes, we can change the world, together." And if we're still invited to walk in this party. I'd go for a saucer full of secrets or more. But last thing I heard of was that GOD had left the lines. For a brand new universe. He was supposed to say. -Repeat Chorus x1- What a glorious feeling. I'm happy again. Cool rain... (Directed by Susanne Bier, Denmark)
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