Everybody's soaking wet, ready for the solar dip

It was so easy to fly, it was so easy to fly

Thunder in the blue sunshine

When did this city die?

I'm sick of turning you off

I'm sick of turning you off



After an afternoon of insatiable begging

Every frenzy is real

Skin is singing, hands are burning

Everybody is healed

I am good enough for someone, good enough for you



Flown way out in space

Who's on your tapes?

Who's in your wall?

Who's in your way?

Who keeps you soft?

Who makes you late?

Who do you call when you're ok?

And when you're not?

I'm so mad i could spit

I'm so mad i could spit



I don't invite chaos

It's just that they hate us

I'm sick of pissing them off

I'm sick of pissing them off



After an afternoon of mysterious fighting

Every frenzy is real

Skin is singing

Hands are burning

Everybody is healed

I am good enough for someone

Good enough for you



Flown way out in space

Who's in your face?

Who's in yoru heart?

Who do you pay?

What have you got?

Who complicates your easy plot?

Who hesitates and then you're lost?