In my head, there’s a hole
it feels beautiful
in my head, there’s a hole
I climb down
it feels beautiful
to the centre of earth
like Jules Verne,
I see things,
they look beautiful
When the Wall of Voodoo breaks
I know how it feels
When the Sun looks down on you
Whenever your heart aches
But my baby still
sings in a stunning key
My view down from the floors of Napoli
so saint our pleasure was all over me
we could conquer the world
easy rolling Gloria
take my hand and let us wait
when leaving the harbour
you had my season’s shirt on you
down to your knees
I can’t stand you
being so close tome
being so close to me …

words: boa
music: boa, vella