We dreamt it clearly, shush, don't tell them The blue craters and all of the glass The lush plant life, the lack of angles And the fluorescence, under stars
But can you keep a secret? We're gonna be the kids who rule everything In the twenty second century
Don't ever say that we'll never get there We can start with our jars of coins We'll build space suits made out of silver We'll find a rocket in the rocket graveyardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
