Count the coins in the palm of my hand

I hope that it’s enough,
Drawing lines in the dirt like it’s sand

We were made rough

Educated but not rich
We will make it
And that s it
Names are not on the door

That’s not what were here for

We came here to dance

Fell in love with my hands in the sky,

Reaching high for the city life,

Couldn’t stop it like a luillbaby,
Pull me in just for tonight

Educated but not rich
We will make it
And that s it
Names are not on the door

That’s not what were here for

We came here to dance

We came here to dance

We came here to dance

Looks like a toy, it’s a joy, I can feel the sand on the floor
Your shape is curved, it’s an urge, you embrace all my body

So, dream on, dream on, it’s ukulele song ×2

Warm like the sun, and your sound hung me there for a long time
Blue as a dance, I can picture myself on an island

So, dream on, dream on,
it’s ukulele song ×2

Tiny and pretty, you are my escape
Of all the noise and darkness everywhere
You have that strength that makes me blow it all
You’ll make it sure and you’ll make them fall