Like Tim Burton colours  When the eve is coming down  We live in Coppermoon a dreamy little town  Where rusty lamplights longing to replace the day  And trying to enchant the impure on our way    But demons are shining brighter  And (A) swear it's my only moon  I stare in the Visionlighter  A liquid of the sun    In our dreams they create new realities  The relations of vision and life  The other side... other side... other side    They say this town belongs to "Green" the Scarecrow Man  A thin illusion with no face and many hands  A skinny spider made of blood and dirt and bones  Injected with a curse inside the pavement stones    The demons are shining brighter  And swear it's my only moon  I stare at the Visionlighter  A liquid of the sun    In a dream they create new realities  The relations of vision and life  The other side... other side... other side    And the vision is Morro Jable  Is a portrait of Coppermoon  Now I just have to find a ladder  To climb up to the sun    In our dreams they create new realities  The relations of vision and life  And we try to amend –  These chains of evidence    And still searching for the other side  The other side... other side... other side