I've got everybody asking me why
I been teaching all the birds to fly
I keep cutting it, cutting it close
We'll keep going until we're a ghost
Blowing up like the Fourth of July
(I can't believe that I promised you the sun)
You'll be down turn it into a hat(?)
(I can't believe I was always born to run)
I keep cutting it, cutting it close
We'll keep going until we're a ghost
There's no net to save you now
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up!
Only love can save you now
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up!
We'll live for the pleasure
Na na na, na na na, na na na...