Tear,
Tear off your skin,
What's there within.

Life on wooden swings
When all was young
With summer tongues,

I don't care to know
Whose been before,
Or we could stand to run and not look back, at trains on tracks

You could disappear,
You could disappear.


I'll kiss you in London,
Love you in France,
Sunsets in Germany,

Spain we can slowdance,

Somewhere outside,

Somewhere outside,
Somewhere outside,
Somewhere outside.