Flying high at speed of sound
On the night bus, heading out
We'll meet on streets, and we'll run around
The name-droppers and the unkinds
And we'll meet our friends
Blue plastic bags, full of cans
Like hooded ghosts, we don't make a sound
Feel the earth pull us, hand in hand
But if I fall off this cloud
If I fall off, oh superman
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
Feel my guilt(?) when the light pulls in fast
Hopes for the days are gone, and the hour's passed
Comic ideas of the future
How to jump home now, with a single bounce
Like hooded ghosts, we don't make a sound
Feel the earth pull us, hand in hand
But if I fall off this cloud
If I fall off, oh superman
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
You could not have made it up
Who'll catch me when I drop
Can you catch me when I drop
I know there'll never be no superman
Like hooded ghosts, we don't make a sound
Feel the earth pull us, hand in hand
But if I fall off this cloud
If I fall off, oh superman
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground
I don't wanna hit the ground