We hang around when the sun is down We're walkingour town separated from what's around We live nakedin the house, surrounded by treesandgrass We draw our lines separated from what's around From what's around, from what's around from what's around Un dos tres quatro cinqo seco seis Sun goes down like anybody else yes We do want to spin around you One by one the riddim warms you Inkymilyneymay a lilt to fix me Thrill is gonna gleam gleam until the beams come by Sun goes down you're tripping Lost and fine you're feeling out of mind You're pulsing out of time And bouncing out of bounds Kites flying out of towns We're soaring out of sense