Golden Grounds - Cuba Cuba

We’ve lost our will and incentive

We’ve lost time and perspective

Detective please can I leave now?

Oh, I want to leave now

Ahhh

Golden grounds and shaken sounds

Shaken grounds and golden sounds

Take me to my destination

Golden grounds and shaken sounds

Shaken grounds and golden sounds

Life is just a simulation

Faces and places they’re burning in pictures

Broken down and thrown around

I would like to remember you

Holding on when we are all gone

Friends that I can never see through

Golden grounds and shaken sounds

Shaken grounds and golden sounds

Take me to my destination

Golden grounds and shaken sounds

Shaken grounds and fucking sounds

Life is just a simulation

Life is just a simulation

Faces and places they’re burning in pictures

Sounds that you won’t hear no more

Take me to my destination

Sounds that you won’t hear no more

Life is just a simulation

Sounds that you won’t hear no more

Life is just a simulation