Playtime

Let's pretend we art from heaven
you'll be Bosch and I'll be Rodin
eyeing all your lovely shapes
golden apples twices deceives me
Bound my hands and suckled heatly
wait until you suffer mine !

Gotta clear out, let the ride
and I shut my eyes

Heavy clouds soaked in the air
let's enjoy but soon beware
Those dripping daydreams
why have fun just in night ?
Now I see such clear delights
like the beat of the drum

It's playtime-ya never have to leave the house
Good god when we freak out
Ya never have to leave the house
Playtime-dripping from the mouth
Oh no did we go out
We should've never left the house

Wait! let me get my tape recorder
We'll sing about this pink new order
Easing all our worried minds
Strange definitions heatch conditions
Two funny faces on a mission
Never knowing what we'll find

Ah! we gotta live falling down
With such mind
oh no I'm stuck in the ground