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