Sing Sing

( comp. Florian Ross/ lyrics: Anette von Eichel )

Sky, deepest blue,
rising high, ever so new

far below the streets, muffled sounds,
pushing beats, this is our playground.

Speed, flashing lights,
no extra need for excitement.

Here you are free, so sincere
when you face the overwhelming skies
deepest blue, mountain high

Now you feel that you’re alive
in the buzz, like a hive.
Perfect place for chasing dreams.

… ever so new, far below the streets…

… join us in our playground,

Speed, flashing lights,
no extra need for excitement.

Here we are free, so sincere
as we face the overwhelming skies
reaching out, rising high,

Now you grasp all you can do
all at once all is new

Perfect time for chasing dreams.

Perfect place and time for chasing dreams.