When you’re in my bedAnd I think of anything else insteadWould you mind if I doA shift in my headTo find the memory to slip from thereAnd let me melt intoGreenhouse, GreenhouseHow could we be so dreamyGreenhouse, GreenhouseWe were there too lazy

Come into the groove, if you want to surviveGiving a soul emotion, start until the endCome into the move, if you want me aliveTrying a soul devotion, start until the end
Na, na, na,na,na , naNa, na, na, na
Keep into this world, with no lie and no sufferTrying a soul religion, start until the endKeep around this world, aint nobody could be betterGivin a soul position, start until the end
Start until the end
Come into the groove if you want to surviveGiving a soul emotion start until the endCome into the move if you want to stay aliveTrying a soul devotion start until the end
Start until the end

Swing me round then let me goas summer’s streets return to snow,
help me get my feet back on the groundand the next time if your calling I’ll be around.
What would it take just to let it go?Swing me round with nails of goldas summer streets return to cold,help me get my feet back on the ground.
Because joy comes and then she goeslike every summer’s night we’ve known.
Help me get my feet back on the ground
and in the end it always comes around.

What would it take?I want to feel, I want to go.

Go. Go. Go again!I want to feel, I want to grow, again.
Heart -
I want to know, I want to know again.I want to feel again!
What would it take - to come around?Again…

I shouldn’t be too bothered all the timeAs I’ve got the Queen of Spain at my sideI shouldn’t be too bothered all the timeAs I’ve got the Queen of Spain at my side

A little time to liveA few people to loveFloral clocks never stop tickingThey never stop growing
But the dog, it keeps on barking in the tubeDespite the bomb in his stomachAnd the girl, she’s still crying in the bus I try to sympathizeBut I don’t mindI don’t really mind I’ve already wasted so much time
A little time to shareA few people to leaveFloral clocks never stop tickingThey never stop glowing
Left this plastic bag filled with my liver and my lungsBehind a door that’s just been closedDouglas Fir might be working late at nightHope my friend’s very fine
As much as II don’t really mindWe’ve already wasted so much time

Worship me, despise meIs this my destiny?Or just the way I fucked up my life?Have you ever imagined we’d split up this way?
So bitterly.Of course I haveMy nightmare’s come true.
Worship me, despise meIs this my destiny?Or just the way I fucked up my life?Have you ever imagined we’d split up this way?
So bitterly.Of course I haveMy nightmare’s come true.
Dead souls coming in from a long lost future.Dead souls wandering through the ages back and forth.