Fly Me to the Earth - Wallace Collection

We live in plastic rooms and plastic houses and plastic towns

And even the sky is a plastic ceiling painted blue

The streets with plastic trees are so unreal, they bring you down

And it sounds so plastic when people say «How do you do?»

Fly me to the earth where the grass is green

And birds can be seen, that’s paradise

Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow

And where the rivers flow, that’s nice

We dress in plastic clothes, we go in … but where can we go?

Living in the sky is not living high

We leave the land behind … wonder why

Oh some day we will turn to plastic and surely we will die

Fly me to the earth where the grass is green

And birds can be seen, that’s paradise

Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow

And where the rivers flow, that’s nice

Fly me to the earth where the grass is green

And birds can be seen, that’s paradise

Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow

And where the rivers flow, that’s nice

Yeaah