Besedila: Space. Spiders. Dark Clouds.

I think we need a holiday a week or two in Mexico
The two of us we'll leave the fools at home
Away from all the heartache and the troubles that we've suffered
In the last two weeks although they felt like years

We'll be free, no one to bother you or me
Down in Old Mexico let your inhibitions go

Dark clouds drift away to reveal
The sunshine
Dark clouds drift away to reveal
The sunshine, oh

Two lovers in a cage trapped and ever so afraid
To step outside from the world we hide
Street life and the bright lights blind their eyes
And send us running to obscurity we need to break free

Trapped you see, trapped here in mediocrity
Don't ever trust a soul on planet earth

Dark clouds drift away to reveal
The sunshine
Dark clouds drift away to reveal
The sunshine, oh

Dark clouds drift away
Dark clouds drift away
Dark clouds drift away
To reveal the sunshine

Dark clouds drift away
Dark clouds drift away
Dark clouds drift away
To reveal the sunshine