Ibiza

I looked it up, I dug up all the bones And made a message from the monotones A level crossing, a different kind of plan Line up to see the preacher man Tell you a secret and send you on your way Sit and think about the mockingjay This is everything, this is a tome Keep moving to the metronome After everything the pressure fades After everything the mess is made Junk and stuff will fry Our love will never die Still got to try I feel the same, I feel it all before Nothing happens on the count to four 'Can it' and move me, I'm begging you to move me A lethal ether, Ibiza I think I love it, it's more than just a hunch Next thing you know I'm gonna lose my lunch Love is the answer or maybe it's to spare Brain is melting like a polar bear After everything the pressure fades After everything the mess is made Junk and stuff will fry Our love will never die Still got to try