They said we're barely alive
But we're kicking and beeping
Would you like it more dead?
Or would you like it more sleeping?
Can you tell us a secret?
Do you flounder in daytime?
Did you feel that shaking?
Those were promises breaking
In a dream in a room, always aha
The fields are abloom, always aha
The air was warm, always aha
And I was through, always aha
And the birds returned, always aha
From out of the blue, always aha
From out of the blue, always aha
From out of the blue, always aha
Nothing to add that is not sad
They said we're barely alive
But we're kicking and beeping
Would you like it more dead?
Or would you like it more sleeping?
Can you tell us a secret?
Do you flounder in daytime?
Did you feel that shaking?
Those were promises breaking
In a dream, in a room, always aha
The fields are abloom, always aha
The air was warm, always aha
And I was through, always aha
And the birds returned, always aha
From out of the blue, always aha
In a dream in a room, always aha
The fields are abloom, always aha
The air was warm, always aha
And I was through, always aha
And the birds returned, always aha
From out of the blue, always aha
From out of the blue, always aha
From out of the blue, always aha
From out of the blue, always aha
