I staggered through this criminal reign. I'm not in love, no phony pain. Creeping through this tidal wave. No warm embrace, just a lover's grain. This symphony.
Will you stay in our lovers' story?. If you stay you won't be sorry 'cause we believe in you. Soon you'll grow so take a chance. With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing.
Figertips sun at sideshow stalls, they throw the balls. At coconut furs that hide behind coloured shades that blind your eyes. Every child's mother holds an ice cream cone, they circle round.
Will you stay in our lover's story. If you stay you won't be sorry. Cos we believe in you. Soon you'll grow, So take a chance. With a couple of Kooks hung up on romancing.