(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup) lying in the sun's just a nice occupation I'm lying lazily on a lown enjoining the warmth and amazing sounds somewhere there with sensual intention I wish the earth would open and swallow me up I'm getting lost in the warm, moist ground more and more I'm sinking deeper sun and air are far away but there's no need for looking or breathing more and more, I'm sinking deeper and deeper the lark's warble, the streams babble, bees humming a couple's chattering, all die away with every inch no roots, no worms, no need for my clothes and to get rid of them needs only one thought more and more, it's getting colder between the devil and the deep blue sea I can no longer tarry here I'm leaving my body, a new way to reach an unknown attraction somewhere there in the dephts