Alcatraz - Kasper Bjørke, Jacob Bellens

The difference between fact and fction

A quest for the young and the old

The power of sheer superstition

That often turns dirt into gold

We will end up making a baby

We will end up losing control

A job for a man and a lady

With similar spirit and soul

Do you think it’s true

That our love will tear us apart

That i’m crazy for you

But will end up breaking your heart

In hope of some sort of reaction

I’m slightly ahead of my time

Because it gives me satisfaction

I claim what is rightfully mine

I am in many ways a pilgrim

But my intuition has gone

In presence of ghosts and of children

You will catch me singing a song

Do you think it’s true

That our love will tear us apart

That i’m crazy for you

But will end up breaking your heart

On a trip to the moon

I wander inbetween the stars

They explode like ballons

It has been like that from the start