Anna, there's many like her
Anna, touchy
Anna, beautiful look
A look that sometimes loses something
If she closes her eyes she knows
Suburban star
Anna with her friends
Anna who'd like to leave
Marcus, big shoes and little meat
Marco, heart alert
with his mother and a sister
Little life, always the same
If he closes his eyes he knows
Suburban wolf
Marcus with the pack
Marcus who'd like to leave
And the moon 's a ball and the sky's a pool table
there are so many stars in flippers, they're more than a billion
Marcus is inside a bar
He doesn't know what he's going to do
then if there's somebody who finds a bike
we can go to the city
Anna Beautifullook doesn't miss a dance
Marcus who at dancing looks like a horse
in a terrible place
a few people who's watching them
if there's a fag that's cheering
But tell me where will it be
Where's the road to the stars
while they're dancing they stare at eachother and kiss
And they start to fly
with three jumps they're out of the place
with an American comedy vibe
This week's ending too
But America's far
it's halfway across the moon
which watches them even if it chuckles
seeing it almost frightens
And the moon, silent, now approaches
with a bunch of stars falls to the ground
a moon that walks
city moon
then a dog that's heard something goes by
Looks at them, barks and goes away
Anna would have wanted to die
Marcus wanted to go far away
Someone has seen them get back
Holding hands