Summer Cycle
No-one on earth could feel like this.
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss.
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart.
I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes "boom"!
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart.
(Must be talking to an angel)
No-one on earth could feel like this.
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss.
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart.
And when I think that I'm alone
It seems there's more of us at home.
It's a multitude of angels
And they're playing with my heart.
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss.
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart.
I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes "boom"!
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart.
(Must be talking to an angel)
No-one on earth could feel like this.
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss.
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart.
And when I think that I'm alone
It seems there's more of us at home.
It's a multitude of angels
And they're playing with my heart.
1995
Well, it's 1995, my friend
Now we're closing in on the end
Another year for you and me
Time to recognize what you see
What you looking at
What you looking at
What are you looking at?
What are you looking at?
It's 1995 all right
They say I'm lucky to be alive
Yeah, me and everybody else
Along with you and everybody else
Huh
What you looking at
What you looking at
What the fuck are you looking at?
What are you looking at?
It's getting ugly