The Antelopes Of The Girl

The antelopes of the girl
with wet dusk of the lane.
The antelopes of the girl
like hands folded while we learn.

The antelopes of the girl
like colored dreams live the world.
The antelopes of the girl
live the strangeness of what comes to her.

The antelopes of the girl
play with scenes of african queens.
The antelopes of the girl
come to terms with human schemes.

The antelopes of the girl
with sundisks risin’ in crimson skies.
The antelopes of the girl
movin’ beyond with vision that flies.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany