Strongest taste
Loudest drop
Head is filled
The thought, unlocked
You’d be thirteen
I’d be thirty-five
Gone to find a place for us to hide
Be together, but alone
As the need for it has grown
Cha cha, cha cha, cha cha
Cha cha, cha cha
A cave or a shed
A car or a bed
A hole in the ground
Or a burial mound
A bush or a tree
Or the aegean sea, will do for me
Cha cha, cha cha, cha cha
Cha cha, cha cha, ha
I can say that you look pretty
You turn my legs into spaghetti
You set my heart on fire
For you I found a vent
In the bottom of a coal mine
Just enough space for your hands in the inside
If you go
Do let me know
You’d be thirteen
I’d be thirty-five
Gone to find a place for us to hide
A den or a dessert
Perhaps an ink squirt
A cellar, a wishing well, a war
Or a guarantee will do for me
For you I found a cell
On the top floor of a prison
Just enough space for you to fit your feet in
If you go
Do let me know
For you I found a cell
On the top floor of a prison
Just enough space for you to fit your feet in
If you go
Please let me know
