Bodies of the world of polyphonic
Scared by the holy matrimony
We’re in a verge of something
Smashed young and twenty something

Foul-mouths and crystal hearts all around
Loud cheer and awkward eyes, saying that
“Careful, make no mistakes, babe"
We’re in a long ride, yeah

I've gotta say it, ooh
I've gotta feel it, ooh
I’ve gotta say it’s a little something
Don’t go rushing out putting on that ring

Does it feel like your whole, now?
Or does it feel like you know how to make 
All the things to be less complicated
We're nothing but a bunch of agitated

Does it feel like your whole, now?
Or does it feel like you know how to make 
All the things to be less complicated
We're nothing but a bunch of agitated.