Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba
Guys
Take me to the moon
It's safe when I want to lie down
Take me to your heart
There must be a soft spot somewhere
I'd like some of this
I've been waiting so long
Waiting for the crucial three
Wondering what went wrong
I stormed out of the culture bunker
Finger on the pen, me like my green hand
Like I'm in it with a bird in the seat by you
I feel cold when it turns to gold
I feel cold when it turns to gold for you
But none is in my town
You hear the doodle bugs roar
They are making
noise
But finally they crunch to the ground
Oh, so many times
Silly things, why don't they learn?
Don't expect us to tell you
It's fun to see humans
I stormed out of the culture bunker
Finger on the pen, me like my green hand
Like I'm in it with a bird in the seat by you
I stormed out of the culture bunker

I feel cold when it turns to gold
I feel cold when it turns to gold for you
For you
You
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh