It´s in the air, and it shines like rain.
I think you didn´t notice, it´s coming back again.
Listen very closely, you might hear the sound.
It´s getting deeper, spinning around.
The green-eyed lady of the lowlands, sitting in a silver chair.
She gave me some postcards, orange in her hair.
She turns iron into silver, plastic into gold.
About these Celtic rings, no story has been told.
It´s all about inspiration, empty pages in a book
You are changing colour every time I look
A perfect circle is created by a different tool
Some food at the station, yes, that´s cool
Anachrone circles in the sky,
You may catch them if you try.
Meet me at the demasqué and make my day.