Catherine Wheels

Musik: Père Lachaise
Text: Rüdiger Meyer

There's a small flat at the harbour
And a young man in a room.
There's an aircraft flying over,
Seems it's travelling to the noon.

He' s thinking of the future.
He' s thinking of the past.
As he falls asleep, he Starts to live
Through the scene, he thought at last.

He nearly drowned his sorrows
In a bottle of Jim Beam.
But the more he drank, he noticed
His sorrows they learned to swim.

He starts to move in circles,
And then his running feet
Produced a monumental sound,
That's the sound of speed.

Catherine wheels, Catherine wheels,
Catherine wheels, Catherine wheels,
Spinnig 'round and 'round
And 'round and 'round.
And with a furious sound,
I start to fly so high that I could cry.