I'm crawling outta my skin. Let's make a run for the car
And get the hell outta here, my love, and set adrift for the stars
And we'll be lovers 'til you wake me up, then I'll be something new
Yeah, we'll be lovers 'til you wake me up, then all be something new
Behold the heirs to the promised land! We are as pure as the driven snow
We are marching forward carrying weapons of solid gold
And we'll be lovers 'til you wake me up, then I'll be something new
We'll be lovers 'til you wake me up, then all be something new