| Swallow some faces | |
| Drink some embraces | |
| Sorry this place is not an oasis | |
| Sometimes she plays his song | |
| To erase the sky | |
| He certainly knows | |
| His electric neurosis | |
| Is something he chose | |
| As a means to get closest | |
| To red seas of roses | |
| Red seas to magnify | |
| It's in the stars | |
| It's in the stars | |
| It's in the stars | |
| She knows that he loses | |
| More time than excuses | |
| Her way to seduce is of almost no use | |
| As his wife introduces herself | |
| As his new standby | |
| She sighs and releases her juvenile Jesus | |
| He's down on his knees | |
| As her absence increases | |
| Sometimes she sees his show | |
| Just to freeze the time | |
| It's in the stars | |
| It's in the stars | |
| It's in the stars |