Every single night in bed A black cross says "Perhaps you´re getting better I´d
like to thank you for your efforts To promote what really matters Whenever
you´re about to fall Remember this, it´s not a news flash Don´t pretend to know
it all, but go ahead Call it a cocoon crash
What I really see in you Is nothing like the things you do As you´re doing them
right now What would really love to win To become the air as well as trash Is
to get rid of all your
skin Go ahead, call it a cocoon crash Call it what you will, call it what you
will Go ahead, call
it a cocoon crash" Suddenly that I used to have Is no bigger than an eyelash
Clearly I
remember someone hold to me "Hold on tight, here´s your cocoon crash What I
really see in you
Is nothing like the things you do As you´re doing them right now What you would
really love
to win To become the air as well as trash Is to get rid of all your skin Go
ahead, call it Am
cocoon crash Call it what you will, call it what you will Go ahead,..."