Underneath the sun 

Thought we’d be forever 
to fulfil our badass dreams.
Two against the smallest minds.
We were sure it could come true.
Hanging on the wind, 
that blew us right to the spot 
where we made love.
Ooh it was so hot.

Underneath the sun we got to work it out.
Underneath the sun we got to work it out.

Underneath the sun, underneath the sun, owoho.
Underneath the sun we got to work it out.

Every morning glad awake to make your breakfast.
You don’t need no sugar in your tea, 
but we couldn’t predict the next day.
My stomach ached after that coffee I made.
It kept me thinking the whole day.
Should I stay, should I stay?

Underneath the sun we got to work it out.
Underneath the sun we got to work it out.

Underneath the sun, underneath the sun, owoho.
Underneath the sun we got to work it out.

Underneath the sun we got to work it out.
Underneath the sun we got to work it out.

Underneath the sun, underneath the sun, owoho.
Underneath the sun we got to work it out.


Tekst en muziek: peter lesage
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