Though you and I lived
In the haunted house
We were happy
With only one thing to keep in mind
And it was never to cross
The red corridors
For that's where the ghosts live
Though you and I lived
In the firing line
We were happy
With only one thing to keep in mind
It was always to dress
In grey
Merging ourselves with the walls
Pretending the targets' not us
And I met you by the seaside
People had gathered on the shore
They were all waiting for the high tide
So we decided to sleep some more
When the wave will reach our bed
When the water will make us wet
Then we will notice it and wake up
Though you and I lived
On the island after the quake
We were happy
With only one thing to keep in mind