I will not try to make a scene Threads that are fraying at the seams Put the picture on the shelf and try to sculpt a dream Point your shutter at the sky - it's bigger than it seems Did you capture my soul? Oh lord, oh lord... S-S-S-Sara tell me There's an army of Teutons at the door Just tell me what do you see? Is it as ugly as me? S-S-S-Sara tell me! So you can run away and hide Four long days, barely made it out alive Furtive glances at shoulders are fine, I know Everything is fragile here until you're out of Seoul Did you capture my soul? Oh lord, oh lord... S-S-S-Sara tell me There's an army of Teutons at the door Just tell me what do you see? Is it as ugly as me?