And I stand in every corner of your heartnAnd I give you everything that I call lovenFrom the heavens to the bottom of the seannTrampolene, I can't believenYou're trampling menYou tell it to me softly,nThen you disagreennWell I stand at heavens gatenCome see me crynHeavens gate is locked,nThey will not let me bynAnd so I walk a little mile,nInto your dreamnAnd tell me what is on your mindnMy trampolenennTrampolene, I can't believenYou're trampling menYou tell me softly,nThen you disagreennShe fills my heartnI give her nonenMy smile is overloadnHer heart is fired and very very strongnAnd I cannot take her onnYou're searching for a truce inside my headnIs what it seemsnBut I cannot forget my trampolene