The Culture Bunker

Oh, take me to the moon It's safe and I want to lie down Oh, take me to your heart There must be a soft spot somewhere I'd like some of this I've been waiting so long Waiting for the Crucial Three Wondering what went wrong I stormed out of the culture bunker Finger on the pin, do you like my grin, huh? Black underneath with a burning seat for you Oh, I feel cold when it turns to gold I feel cold when it turns to gold for you Early mornings in my town You hear the doodlebugs roar They all make a noise But finally they crash to the ground Oh so many times Silly things, why don't they learn? Don't expect us to tell you It's fun to see you burn I stormed out of the culture bunker Finger on the pin, do you like my grin, huh? Black underneath with a burning seat for you Oh, I feel cold when it turns to gold I feel cold 'cos you're so far away I stormed out of the culture bunker Finger on the pin, do you like my grin, huh? Black underneath with a burning seat for you I feel cold when it turns to gold for you For you