We hang around when the sun is down
We're walkingour town separated from what's around
We live nakedin the house, surrounded by treesandgrass
We draw our lines separated from what's around
From what's around, from what's around from what's around
Un dos tres quatro cinqo seco seis
Sun goes down like anybody else yes
We do want to spin around you
One by one the riddim warms you
Inkymilyneymay a lilt to fix me
Thrill is gonna gleam gleam until the beams come by
Sun goes down you're tripping
Lost and fine you're feeling out of mind
You're pulsing out of time
And bouncing out of bounds
Kites flying out of towns
We're soaring out of sense
