MÜ-ÜR

Ma, ma-ma

Ma-ma, what can you see?

The miraculous image of sound washed ashore

Hurts me to see

Murderous pa-pa

Chocolate ca-ca

Desolate ma-ma

You are urgent messages

Ma-ma

Open your mouth and let the gold coins fall

It's the sail of the century

It's the sail of the century

Run lady run

We can feel the rain coming

We feel like babies in the brine

We feel like babies in the brine

We feel like babies in the brine

Ma-ma

Murderous chocolate

God saved me from drowning

Then kicked me to death on the beach

What's hit is history

What's missed is mystery

And the miraculous image of sound washed ashore

Ma-ma, what can you see?

Ma-ma, what can you see?