Year:
1991
Gonna fly up to the moon
Raising all of my money
Can't make it too soon
I am sick of it down here
Gonna rise up to the moon
So this is how the world ends
not with a bang but with a wimpy
Don't laugh too soon
I am sick of it down here
Gonna rise up to the moon
Who needs all the troubles of today?
What's the difference anyway?
I feel out of focus, what can I do?
There's only you
Gonna fly up to the moon
Raising all of my money
Can't make it too soon
I am sick of it down here
Gonna fly up to the moon
When they open the borders, where will you be?
- I'll climb the highest tree
To avoid the stampede
and if I should fly
Only you, you
There's only you
That would say goodbye