Like Tim Burton colours 
When the eve is coming down
We live  in Coppermoon a dreamy little town 
Where rusty lamplights longing to replace the day
And trying to enchant the impure on our way 
But demons are shining brighter
And (A) swear it´s my only moon
I stare in  the Visionlighter
A liquid of the sun
In our dreams they create new realities 
The relations of vision and life
The other side ...other side.... other side
They say this town belongs to „Green " the Scarecrow Man 
A thin illusion with no face and many hands
A skinny spider  made of blood and dirt and bones
Injected with a curse inside the  pavement stones
The demons are shining brighter
And   swear  it ´s my only moon
I stare at  the Visionlighter 
A liquid of the sun
In a dream they create new realities
The relations of vision and life
The other side ....other side...... other side
And the vision is Morro Jable 
Is a portrait of Coppermoon
Now I just have to find a ladder
To climb up to the sun
In our dreams they create new realities
The relations of vision and life
And we try to amend -
These chains of evidence      
And still searching for the other side
The other side.... other side..... other side