The sky turns us into flowers
My mood turns from sweet to sour
With each plugging in
We are tapping out
In this life of sin
I have fewer doubts
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
The sky turns us into flowers
My mood turns from sweet to sour
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
