Besedila: Cantatonia. Intercontinental Sigh.

You ran out of stories and the night is long
Like the iciest winter, we struggle, the bond has gone
Traps sprung in conversation
And your silence is welcome

Someone, somewhere must be having more fun than this
Someone, somewhere must be having more fun than this

You dream yours and I'll dream mine and we'll be happy
For when I sleep, I am who I always wanted to be
We dream our love will grow

Your fake Brando, my fake Monroe

Someone, somewhere must be having more fun than this
Someone, somewhere must be having more fun than this

Someone, somewhere must be having more fun than this
Someone, somewhere must be having more fun than this