ost in a middle of a yuppies' party, look at these fuckers dancing around. I am certainly not feeling good but it's a funny way to ease my soul, and now you're softly coming down on me, with a flower in your hair.
The whole world could melt, I don't care because I think, I like you.

And now we're stepping outside with your hand in mine, drinking far too much to realize, and speaking useless words just to hear our voices faintly smiling back to everything. I am sitting next to you at the back of a car, a one night trip to the moon.
The whole world could melt I don't care because I think, I found.

Your smile is a commercial food.

Rhesus - Your smile is a commercial food