| They said we’re barely alive but we’re kicking and beeping
|
| Would you like it more dead? |
| Or would you like it more sleeping?
|
| Can you tell us a secret? |
| Do you flounder in daytime?
|
| Did you feel that shaking? |
| Those were promises breaking
|
| In a dream in a room, always aha
|
| The fields are abloom, always aha
|
| The air was warm, always aha
|
| And I was through, always aha
|
| And the birds returned, always aha
|
| From out of the blue, always aha
|
| From out of the blue, always aha
|
| From out of the blue, always aha
|
| Nothing to add that is not sad
|
| They said we’re barely alive but we’re kicking and beeping
|
| Would you like it more dead? |
| Or would you like it more sleeping?
|
| Can you tell us a secret? |
| Do you flounder in daytime?
|
| Did you feel that shaking? |
| Those were promises breaking
|
| In a dream in a room, always aha
|
| The fields are abloom, always aha
|
| The air was warm, always aha
|
| And I was through, always aha
|
| And the birds returned, always aha
|
| From out of the blue, always aha
|
| In a dream in a room, always aha
|
| The fields are abloom, always aha
|
| The air was warm, always aha
|
| And I was through, always aha
|
| And the birds returned, always aha
|
| From out of the blue, always aha
|
| From out of the blue, always aha
|
| From out of the blue, always aha
|
| From out of the blue, always aha |