Riding on a big white butterfly I turned my back away towards the sky I closed my eyes to look for something Saw myself as really nothing Then I realized my butterfly Wasn't really up there with me We all make mistakes, forgive me Would you like to ride my butterfly Riding on a long blue paper plane Getting sea sick, sorry once again Landing strip is getting nearer Hope the fog lifts, make it clearer Then I realized my paper plane Wasn't really up there with me We all make mistakes, forgive me Would you like to ride my paper plane Riding in a three grand Deutche car A to B is often very far Home is near, but such a long way Legs and heads all feel the wrong way Then I realized my Deutche car Is only there to get me somewhere Even so I really do care Would you like to ride my Deutche car