The grass is green, greener, greener
The sky is blue, blue, blue
What are you doing around here?
How long are you staying and when do you leave?
Come on, we'll have time to say goodbye
Don't tell me I'm late
We're all zombies with phones in our hands
Dreams that get lost at sea
Children of a far-off desert
Quiet, I can't talk about it
Welcome to the Truman Show
Don't ask me how I'm doing
The road doesn't lead home
If you don't know which one is your home
But the grass is green, greener, greener
The sky is blue, blue, blue
I don't feel so good, though
I feel better already if you show me
The world the way you see it
I don't need a spaceship, I know
But which one is my home?
But which one is my home?
From the sky it's the same
I miss my neighborhood
Now there's a shoot-out
Baby, run off the dance floor
I don't feel like kicking up dust, but
how can you say everything's normal here
With imaginary lines you bombed a hospital
For a piece of land or for a piece of bread
But the grass is green, greener, greener
The sky is blue, blue, blue
I don't feel so good, though
I feel better already if you show me
The world the way you see it
I don't need a spaceship, I know
But which one is my home?
But which one is my home?
From the sky it's the same