Paroles
Yesterday I saw the artists
Singing and trying so hard to get paid
Today I fell from the sky
In a room full of people
That look like the artists
And still got paid
Oh, what a first date
What a date
I can hear my true love crying
Talking about fears in the negative world
I can hear my love weeping
Together forever and ever
Or some sort of death I'm afraid
Oh, what a second date
What a date
I walked side by side with my father
In ten years this land will have drowned
And he will be the one who has stayed
Enjoying the sun in our garden
Beneath the waves
Oh, what a third date
What a date
Think about it
Think about it
Think about it
Think about it