A long time ago a small river flowed over desert rocks.
As time went on,  it dug its way into the ground

An unknown land, nobody´s there but the animals,
The lonesome river grinds the rocks

Canyon with white rocks, you're not the largest canyon
but you´re so beautiful and so quiet.

From somewhere Indians came and they settled here
on the banks their crops did grow.

near the water, on the rocks,  they built their houses
and today, they are living there still

Canyon with white rocks, you're not the largest canyon
but you´re so beautiful and so quiet.

Summer's here, the time has come
to find out where the river's flowing
Which way it's going
until it falls
into the sea.

Summer's here, the time has come to find out whence the wind is blowing
Invisibly, incessantly, always free.
I'm sick and tired of staying up late and listening to the distant whistles
of trains which leave the station without me.
I'd rather get my walking shoes and leave the blues behind
and see if I can find a better place to be.

Summer's here, the time has come to find out what's beyond the mountains
Hear the call, wayfarers all, great and small.
It's time to dive into green forests and linger by the murmuring fountains,
Sparkling light, frothy white, out of sight.

The time has come to listen to the ballads of the troubadour,
Chords that chime, most sublime words that rhyme.
The time is right to dance and kiss some lips you've never tried before,
Springtime moon, soft sweet tune, gone too soon.

So let us go then, you and me,
out of these walls which have confined us,
the time is right, the sun shines bright, the world is wide.

Please don't ask me where we will be
when all our ways will lie behind us
The yew tree grows
The river flows
The river knows.

When evening time paints coloured shadows on my mind
We'll have some wine, drink to some friends we left behind
I look into your eyes
And then I realize
Something is in my heart
Is it love;
is it love?

The setting sun paints shiny jewels on your hair
We sit and talk about some things of which we care
And then the moon will shine
The Stars be yours and mine
Something is on my mind
Is it love;
is it love?

Beauty is you with a flower in your hand
Wisdom is you with your eyes that understand
And by your gentle touch,
your smile that means so much
Something inside me grows
Is it love;
Is it love?

The bottle is empty and he is afraid
of the pianola tinkling in his head
since he'd seen the flying saucers over Hollywood
The bottle is empty and he is so sick
of cheap porn flicks with even cheaper chicks
since he'd seen the saucers flying over Hollywood.
And in the end nothing is what it seems
What's left is a suitcase full of rotten dreams,
the radiant neon lights down at the liquor store
Though it wasn't worth the pains that it took
he had to make it by hook or by crook
since he'd seen the saucers flying over Hollywood,
so high...

The bottle is empty and he is afraid
of all these voices sounding in his head
though he is sure to have done as best he could
The smell of whiskey is not that of success
and he has already given his best
since he'd seen the saucers flying over Hollywood.

And in the end nothing is what it seems
What's left is a suitcase full of rotten dreams
the radiant neon lights down at the liquor store
Though it wasn't worth the pains that it took
he had to make it by hook or by crook
since he'd seen the saucers flying over Hollywood,
so high...

The bottle is empty, the day is done,
he knows that tomorrow he'll be gone
away with the flying saucers over Hollywood
No other bottle up there on the shelf,
no more apologies for himself,
he's waiting for the flying saucers over Hollywood.

Once I had a girl who would hold up a mirror to me
With endless and shining reflections delightful to see
Now the mirror is broken and she went away
Leaving splinters and shivers of many a day.

Once I was a letter of love but she tore me apart
And who'll put the fragments together to make a new start ?
Will there nothing be lost? Will it be as before?
If the address is lost you can't post me no more.

Once I was a poem and she was a beautiful tune
Together we were the most beautiful song ever sung
Will it ever be sung again under this moon
Like in the times when our love was still young.

These reflections
sunbeams dancing on the water
Recollections
of a past that's true no longer

It doesn't matter what we did and what we were
Peaceful evening
as I swim the cool green waters
of this moment
of this neverending second

It doesn't matter what we did and what we were
I can't remember, and what's more, I do not care
The illusion
gets distorted and is fading
like reflections
on the surface of the waters

which hide the dark and dangerous depth below

When I saw her at the party
I knew she was not for real
and I couldn‘t find the words to
tell her what I really feel

So I went downstairs to the kitchen
To be alone, to have a think
I went downstairs to the kitchen
And I had another drink

When I came back she was dancing
Looking almost like a fay
My heart was like a burning fire
Burning all my words away

So I went downstairs to the kitchen
Couldn‘t either speak or think
I went downstairs to the kitchen
And I had another drink

A thousand times I tried to tell her
But everytime it went  all wrong
I simply should have said „I love you“
But I didn‘t feel that strong

So I went downstairs to the kitchen
Couldn‘t either speak or think
I went downstairs to the kitchen
And I had another drink

Been drunk to hell some hours later
The party'd just come to an end
I found her lying on a mattress
Making love to my best friend

So I went downstairs to the kitchen
And I had another drink
I went downstairs to the kitchen
And I puked into the sink

Ruby drops dissolving in my glass
Will they help to make the night time pass
The pages of my book are filled with memories
The Spirits of the past are lingering at my feet
and now an' then I went to make them go away
But the raven 'bove my door will always stay
Confessions of an Opium Eater...

I passed the night away in never-ending rain
With fishes grazing seaweed from my window pane
Living underwater sometimes can be fun
Waters coloured ruby by the setting sun
and there' s a tiny bottle filled with extasies
a bottle ship which travels all the seven seas
Confessions of an Opium Eater...

With Liquid poetry resounding in my brain
My Melancholy's turning into blissful pain
Pirate thoughts have seized my common sense
Hoisted my skull and sailed away to unknown lands
They left a message in a bottle at the shore
the tiny ruby bottle I have known before
Confessions of an Opium Eater...