This stored reality Baby, tell me what you wanna see
Baby, tell me what you wanna see
I heard about the land where lemons grow and blossom never ends
Where the beetles play their beside tracks and you can join a band
And there I was on this distant promos land before I thought I would
I took a sip of that icy lemonade that Lenin said I'd show
This stored reality Baby, tell me what you wanna see
Love grows on a tree and ain't agreed on bad from that sacred land
Lovers walk the beaches on their big white horses, there is no divorces
I know it sounds so funny but you don't need no money in this land of honey
I know it sounds so funny but you don't need no money in this land of milk and honey
Baby, tell me what you wanna see
Baby, tell me what you wanna see
This stored reality
This stored reality
Baby, tell me what you wanna see
Yeah
No no
No
