Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass and let the hours pass
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away just for one day

Let me see you stripped down to the bones
Let me see you stripped down to the bones

Metropolis as nothing on this
You're breathing in fumes I taste when we kiss
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything's our for a few hours

Let me see you stripped down to the bones
Let me see you stripped down to the bones
Let me hear you make desicions without your television
Let me hear you speaking just for me

Let me see you stripped down to the bones
(Let me hear you speaking just for me)
Let me see you stripped down to the bones
(Let me hear you crying just for me)
Let me see you stripped down to the bones
(Let me hear you speaking just for me)
Let me see you stripped down to the bones
(Let me hear you crying just for me)
Let me see you stripped down to the bones
(Let me hear you speaking just for me)
Let me see you stripped down to the bones
(Let me hear you crying just for me)

Übereil


Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.

Ambrose Bierce