Cubscouts are screaming,
needing icecreaming
and all for the pleasures of June

I'm in a parked car
Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls

Now it's night time maybe we're crusing avoiding the anti-cruise
Oh I don't really know where we are

If things get real promise to take me somewhere else
by the time fear takes me over we will still be rolling and feeling oblivion

Once in a while the lie in a laughter can burn through a hole in my ears
like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid

Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagments of almighty fear
Well I'll just go underwater

If things get real promise to take me somewhere else
by the time fear takes me overwe will still be rolling and feeling oblivion

So don't leave me here on my own
So don't leave me here on my own

If things get real promise to take me somewhere else by the time fear takes me over we will still be rolling around and feeling oblivion