Lost in Space - Peter von Poehl

Spin and spin

Twirl and twist

And cocoon

Motionless

In comfy clothes

We dreamed;

Browsed away in oceanic sentiments

We’d fly away, passing every continent

As we pleased

Unfolded slowly

Stretched out limbs

To the maximum of faith

Spin and spin

Twirl and twist

And cocoon

Motionless

In comfy clothes

We dreamed;

Punched the cash machine

Hang the expenses;

Dame fortune was watching

Waving casually to the crowd

We sent out sparks

To the world

Like secret agents of love

Millions of tiny splints

Lost in space