Sometimes you're so sad
And sometimes you're so scared
And no one seems to know you
And no one seems to care
I can hardly wait to see you coming past
On my little moon for psychopaths

Nothing really matters
And no one has a clue
A universe of questions that crumbles over you
Free your mind from sorrow
Troubles often mask
On my little moon for psychopaths

You can be a giant
You can be a troubadour
For each and every sanity
You will find a cure
Here's the place to leave behind
Your earthly avatars
On my little moon of psychopaths

So if you need a holiday far off from this world
You'll be welcomed by my siren song and mysteries unfurled
Send out funny postcards from meadows full of stars
On my little moon of psychopaths
On my little moon of psychopaths

Nothing
There ain't nothing
There ain't nothing in room 237
Nothing
There ain't nothing
There ain't nothing in room 237
But you ain't got no business going in there anyway
So stay out, you understand?
Stay out

Nothing
There ain't nothing
There ain't nothing in room 237
But you ain't got no business going in there anyway
So stay out
Stay out

You understand?

Lyrics & Music: Marian Gold, Rainer Bloss, Ingmar Kappel

Release history:

2011 11 05 · Online Release

Notes:

First released as an MP3, 5th November 2011