Sleep all through the afternoon

So I can cope with you

It's funny what we think

Love looks like

Sometimes funny is true

You take me to the discotheque

And put me right on display

You tell me that

I'm beautiful in many ways

And all of them you own

Ooh-o-ooh

Ooh-o-ooh

Ooh-o-ooh

Ooh-o-ooh

I hold my breath until it hurts

The pounding in my ears

The sound of you isn't as bad

As the thought it might disappear

Winters fold beneath the evening

Baskets breathing

Over meadows

Over treetops

Under thunderstorms

Ooh-o-ooh

Ooh-o-ooh

Ooh-o-ooh

Ooh-o-ooh