Neverglade - Trentemwller

As high as the ladder would climb

We tumbled inside

And hardened the white of our eyes

And the stars have arrived

To start on a lusty kind of tale

To start on a lusty kind of tale

And just as the curtains were raised

Somebody was asking away

Aladdin' was out of his cave

And we all fell down as the weatherman sighed

Weatherman sighed of crooked rain

Crooked rain that grew on trees

Grew on trees in the back of brains

Even the Devil would pay

For half of a glass

Of crooked rain alone could only make him laugh

And just as the buttons came off

The lawful thought of an angry crowd

Just like a secret we will be found

We are the circus we are going to town

So don't waste time don't waste time

Yeah

I'm going outside to chase the rain

And you're gonna stay in the basement again