your kitchen-cotch is the edge of the univerve sorry that we can not do the reverse to little jerms at the intersaction of time without exeseve vulgarity we're made of slime
pre chorus
we can not remember our childhood none of us have remind misunderstood
припев
our throughts swirled into the spiral of wind may be you and i are not that weird may be you and iare not that weird may be you and i are not that....
куплет
i feel so warm, but you hands are friezzed my soft pillow now it is you knees crumpe up the extra ideas and throw them away time's stood still for us today
pre chorus
we can not remember our childhood none of us have remind misunderstood
припев
our throughts swirled into the spiral of wind may be you and i are not that weird may be you and iare not that weird may be you and i are not that....