Tekster: Aspen It Is. Our Weekend In Florida.

Wake up, we finally arrived. The blue planet is in sight, its pulling our ship inside. Then we crash land into the ocean, let the waves carry us to land. We walked along digging my bare hands in the sand, pulling up shells and listening. We watched our sun finally set in my hands and you covered it. The eastern wind will blow, our bodies will get cold. Let?s head to our hotel and sing in the stairwell. la da da..