It's gonna take an airplane to get us off the ground
I don't blame anyone who isn't sticking around
Cause when you stick around
When you stick around
People like to put things in the ground
Now in my evil empire
I am gonna be a star in the night sky above
So you think this is love?
Yes, I guess so, or at least something to make it from
Dress like a dream dreamt by Lola magazine
Baby you were born to be seen
And art's just the start
Now step inside the widowmaker and listen to your heart
Always the play, never the thing
Submarines don't mind spending their time in the ocean