The State I'm in

POR FIN


well, there's that sparkle in your eyes
as if you had drunk a bit too much
doesn't it fit you like a glove?
kinda fantastic

I see you climbing up the roof
just for the fun of getting rude.
bikini strips glow in the sun
kinda fantastic

kinda fantastic
stars don't know their names
kinda fantastic
we wake and they're still there
kinda fantastic

well, there's a riddle in your hair
a bit of you spread everywhere.
no use in asking, got to guess.
kinda fantastic

I am not getting carried away
I know no words to tell the tale.
out over the hills a giant sleeps
kinda fantastic

(sweet and elastic,
you look fantastic.
german dancing
russian plastic)

If there's a way
there must be your way,
you keep it in mind.

If there's a land
there must be your land,
the land of german dancing, russian
plastic.