We could take sovereign or the limelight, baby
Could you never get me down?
Proclaiming every word, a couple billion pounds
When everybody get around
Drowning to you with the alien sound
Hear them searching, them searching
That is what a part of our things
Are them searching and searching
Flying for the summer, clip them wings
Hear them searching, them searching
That is what a part of our things
Are them searching