Our identical hands
Golden yellow and then I took
And turned them all around
Composing our commands
And it seems so fitting
Forget me while I'm gone
Our paperback books
Our paperback books
It made the back of my head glow
Our charming looks
To enjoy them
To enjoy them
'Cause we've found
Oh no, the bugs are growing faces
Of men and machines
We've sought after for so long
Riding in our shiny motor cars
And perhaps now it's done
Our identical hands
And perhaps this is the end
And turned them all around
Of men and machines
And plenty of paper for scenery paintings
Of men and machines
And oh, my love, we can live on the sun
With eyeglasses full of stars
'Cause we found
All the dire dreams
Bucket and I gave the other
Ten stars on sticks
And turned them all around
And stuck a piece through my hair
'Cause we found all the dire dreams
And benefit ourselves
And placed them in my small metal
And wouldn't we be attractive
Composing our commands
Ooh, so you wouldn't
Our identical hands
And you're lost quite classically
Half of the moon to you
All the dire dreams
Our charming looks
And benefit ourselves
I cut the moon in half
With your nose in a book
