I'm supposed to record? Oh! How foolish the sound we conquer How foolish they sound together And unlike your dreams We always find each other Unconscious the man yet sober And too many sings to her lover And just like a dream We'll thrive to find each other Pretentious the sound we molded A tube made of clay and butter Unconscious to me Just like we found each other And we're cool Just because of you Just because of you Just because of you Just because of you And we're cool Just because of you Just because of you Just because of you Just because of you