Laying with you in the grass and only the both of us and a couple of satellites know what we say
Intimacy is something we've lost somehow somewhere on our way through evolution
The man in the moon is wearing some headphones and the smile of the sun is just a smile that's fake
There's a sucker born every minute and only a sucker believes he's free
Intimacy is something we've lost somehow somewhere on our way through evolution
The man in the moon is wearing some headphones and the smile of the sun is just a smile that's fake
There's a sucker born every minute and only a sucker believes he's free