

What are we gonna do?
Do-do-do,
o-o-oh.
Do-do-do,
do-do-do,
Do-do-do,
o-o-oh.
Hot summer night, you were supposed to be asleep,
Searching for water while the night is dark and deep.
The salty air is warm and heavy in the room,
An unknown squeak is breaking quietly the gloom.
I thought you slept,
so I was open to the core,
Couldn't find my peace,
just wanted a little more.
And suddenly your eyes are caught upon the view,
You see me here,
and now I'm paralyzed by you.
What are we gonna do?
Do-do-do, o-o-oh. Do-do-do,
do-do-do,
Do-do-do, o-o-oh. You're looking right where you were never meant to stare,
So detailed, so adult,
exposed and lying bare.
So ashamed for tomorrow,
how to face your gaze?
Why don't you leave instead of standing in a daze?
Not how you imagined,
but I feel you like the sight,
My feelings mixed up in the middle of the night.
I cannot stop myself as long as you are near,
Oh God, it's happening...
so open and so clear.
What are we gonna do?
Do-do-do,
o-o-oh.
Do-do-do,
do-do-do,
Do-do-do,
o-o-oh.