Teksty: Elysian Fields. Parachute.

Something's calling my sunshine to the store
He thinks he'll get what he needs there
Sirens hide under each crack and wicked scar
They even made him a superstar
Someday you will wear a noble crown
And only you'll need to feel it
We're not letting this humble ship go down
We just need to steer it
And I burn it, I keep repeating it
My prayer
Don't give in out there

Holding fast to my jungle conqueror
Lucky hand don't desert me now
If you ever need a parachute
You can fall free with me baby
And I burn it, I keep repeating it
My prayer
Don't give in out there