In fact, we couldn't livin in another world
And when I tell you "Take my arm"
You hold
Your prejudices
And when I travell in your beauteous space
You lose your grace
Thats all I say if you’ll be sad
If you’ll be strolling at the desert led
On the sled, at the ground of Mars
Your wish for freedom has turned into a farce
My real feelings and your faked happiness
We don’t believe in God but you’ll be bless
Because we couldn't livin in another world
And when I tell you "Take my arm"
You must have colder palm
Than my warm
