"If I tell you"
Verse 1:
Pick a house, any house,
And maybe we`ll just live there,
It doesn`t need a name to sell,
As long as you`re inside.
So say what you will until,
The perfect night is born,
And days are compiled high.

Chours:
If I tell you everything right now,
What will be left to say?
So save your words for me,
And lay this poem to rest.

Verse 2:
Punch the wall, any wall,
and maybe we`ll just die here,
it doesn`t need a grave to live,
as long as we're above.
So say what you will until,
you feel overwhelmed and,
Joy is in the air.

(Ending)