Burnt my face in the sun
Now they'll laugh at me
Cover me
Ah-ha-ha-ha
Playing dead for a week
Windows, doors are closed
Nothing glows
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha
We like to trick our brain,
For happiness
We're longing for the rain,
For cleanliness
If people see me and they call me a fool,
It's cool, because I sometimes just love to be one
If people see me and they call me a fool,
That's true, because I sometimes just love to be one
(Instrumental)
We like to trick our brain,
For happiness
Ah-ha-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha-ha
