After the pub, at closing time, I kissed some girl.
All the people look like each other.
That summer the land was light,
through the night, parties.
The sower sows, the harvest grows
and in the fields crop circles.
After the pub, at closing time, I kissed some girl.
All the people look like each other.
That summer the land was light,
through the night, parties.
The sower sows, the harvest grows
and in the fields crop circles.