Sister feel the sun As it beats down on hundreds of lovers like us Sister you're so young All we share is a mother, a mission and lust It s a climate of love
The window's open The road is steep You dream of Italy But you're asleep We're still in Switzerland We're climbing fast You whisper Simplon I shout 'At last!' The Beetle lurches The road unwinds We grin like urchins, we're Two of a kind
Sister cling to me This tunnel goes on lOkm more Sister in your skin I smell springtime and sunshine In the dark of each pore It's a climate of love
And at the frontier I take the air They check our papers You comb your hair The guard leans over you I hear him laugh He says your picture Isn't pretty enough Are we on honeymoon? And I reply No we're just terrorists Two of a kind
Let's take leave of the wealthiest Defy their greedy will Power's the height of selfishness But we go higher still