Have you ever walked inside yourself?
It happened to me last week, when going to see a motion picture
Just off Hermannsstrasse we ditched the post war pavement 
and found my citrus spirits all over the wallpaper 
and my engulfing icesea scrutiny matching the armchairs 
and my crimson wool friend became one with the hazel loo cabinet
When all lemonade was gone we were still sitting inside our spectacle 
and we felt like noone belonged here more than us 
and we felt plenty more references 
and then we felt obvious about feeling in references,
watching someone`s lime light life