Текст: Buzzcocks. Are Everything.

Your looks, my charm
My own imagination
My loves, your hates
Your own infatuation

Are everything
Are everything

My hopes, your fears
Your only limitation
Your thoughts, my schemes
My own evaluation

Are everything
Are everything

My looks, your charm
Your own imagination
Your loves, my hates
My own infatuation

Are everything
Are everything

Your hopes, my fears
My only limitation
My thoughts, your schemes
Your own evaluation

Are everything
Are everything

Your looks, my charm
My own imagination
My loves, your hates
Your own infatuation

Are everything
Are everything

My hopes, your fears
Your only limitation
Your thoughts, my schemes
My own evaluation

Are everything
Are everything

My looks, your charm
Your own imagination
Your loves, my hates
My own infatuation

Are everything
Are everything

Your hopes, my fears
My only limitation
My thoughts, your schemes
Your own evaluation

Are everything
Are everything