Paroles: Cuba Cuba. Golden Grounds.

We've lost our will and incentive.
We've lost time and perspective.
Detective please can I leave now?
Oh, I want to leave now.

Ahhh.

Golden grounds and shaken sounds.
Shaken grounds and golden sounds.
Take me to my destination.

Golden grounds and shaken sounds.
Shaken grounds and golden sounds.
Life is just a simulation.

Faces and places they're burning in pictures.
?

Broken down and thrown around.
I would like to remember you.
Holding on when we are all gone.
Friends that I can never see through.

Golden grounds and shaken sounds.
Shaken grounds and golden sounds.
Take me to my destination.

Golden grounds and shaken sounds.
Shaken grounds and fucking sounds.
Life is just a simulation.

Life is just a simulation.

Faces and places they're burning in pictures.
?

Sounds that you won't hear no more.

Take me to my destination.
Sounds that you won't hear no more.
Life is just a simulation.
Sounds that you won't hear no more.
Life is just a simulation.