Weird sensations reach my skin, oh yeah!
On the Mystic Highway where the yourney just begin
Trying to find a way
where you'll disappear till a new day dawns
everything seems to be real
wile I climb the blue hill
Yeah, trying the tread the magic shore
Yeah, trying to know where I belong
Around the streets somewhere
I hear distorted voice in my head
and I doubt if I'm awake
I feel so worn!
And I am trying to find the door
oh, help me out
Bitter flowers set you free
and you will make them sting
Yeah, trying the tread the magic shore
Yeah, trying to know where I belong
Yeah, trying to find a way back home
Yeah, dying to overcome my scorn
everything seems to be real
wile I climb the blue hill
Bitter flowers set you free
and you will make them sting
Yeah, trying the tread the magic shore
Yeah, trying; Yeah, trying