куплет

your kitchen-cotch is the edge of the univerve
sorry that we can not do the reverse
to little jerms at the intersaction of time
without exeseve vulgarity we're made of slime

pre [bad word] 
we can not remember our childhood
none of us have remind misunderstood

припев

our throughts swirled into the spiral of wind
may be you and i are not that weird 
may be you and iare not that weird
may be you and i are not that....

куплет

i feel so warm, but you hands are friezzed
my soft pillow now it is you knees [bad word] up the extra ideas and throw them away
time's stood still for us today

pre [bad word] 
we can not remember our childhood
none of us have remind misunderstood

припев

our throughts swirled into the spiral of wind
may be you and i are not that weird 
may be you and iare not that weird
may be you and i are not that....