Ignorance and arrogance
are walking hand-in-hand,
taking care on the stepping-stones.
His guitar melts my bones -
it happened but it wasn’t planned;
it was only a rock’n’roll dance.
And we never touched,
we never touched,
we never touched the ground.
Sweet love-light and suspicion
are shooting arrows at the moon,
while night falls on the town.
That boy is acting like a clown
and the prize is a big red balloon
and a brand-new superstition.
And we never touch,
we never touch,
we never touch the ground.
This is a lyrical wish that art can overcome negativity.