Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey, kisses, clouds of fog
Shoulders shrugging off

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is fulled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words

Picking apples for the kings and queens
Of things I have never seen
Oh, distance has no way
Of making love understandable

There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

Picking apples for the kings and queens
Of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way
Of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way
Of making love understandable

Oh, distance has no way
Of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way
Of making love understandable