Gimme the magic bar
Gimme the moon
Gimme my heart attack
I'm breaking a harbour wall
I sip in the shade
Building a No. 8
Somewhere to stay, okay
I'm thinking of moving to Building No.8
The weather's not being that kind
Our jackets are light
I'm painting all the walls
All the colours in my head
I'm pulling up the carpet
And then i'm going to bed
I'm leaving heavy-hearted
I cheer all my friends
If this thing hadn't started
Oh, we could still be friends
I said we could still be friends