Where the sky is filled with bewildered flowers of music, I've let go the boat of my songs

All along the eastern shore
Put your circuits in the sea
This is what the world is for

Making electricity

But there's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten

Life can always start up anew

The models will have children, we'll get divorce
We'll find some more models

Everything must run its course

You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds and you watch it go
Your fairweather friends on a parachute binge get lost when the wind blows
The handshake's stuck on the tip of my tongue
It tastes like death but it looks like fun