Underneath the sky of red. Is a storyteller sleeping alone. He has no face and he has no name. And his whereabouts are sort of unknown. All he needs is his life ln a suitcase. It belongs to a friend of a friend. And as we drink to ourselves. We'll amuse ourselves. Underneath the sky underneath the sky again. Underneath the sky again. So wish me away to an unknown place. Am I living in a land with no name. I'll be making a start with a brand new heart. Stop me making sense once again. All we need is our lives in a suitcase. They belong to a friend of a friend's. And as we drink to ourselves. We'll amuse ourselves. Underneath the sky underneath the sky again. Underneath the sky again