I’m at a hot creep show
Same old thing on the radio
Who’s [bad word] ‘round
Suffering popularity breakdown

I can’t it’s funny that
That I got stopped when I’m walking the streets
Walking down streets, walking down paths
With the kids in the back way I said

If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter
If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter

I [bad word] around with my head in the sand
Looking for pupil in a new fan
She told me before, baby do your own dance
Stay off the highway

 [bad word] 

That doesn’t mean you were born [bad word] 
Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted
We don’t believe in a heaven above
That’s why we’re back to the place that we started

That doesn’t mean you were born [bad word] 
Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted
As sure as the stars in the skies above
We’re goin’ back to the place that we started

We fell from sky and universe
When we fell in love with the sound
Of the birds and all the ocean lights
And the gravity pulling us down

Time won’t let you go
There are some things you’ll never know
I’m hoping that she walks through the door
Is-land girl

If the sky would fall
Will it take that to bring us together
Do we have to start all over again

 [bad word] 

That doesn’t mean you were born [bad word] 
Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted
As sure as the stars in the skies above
We’re going back to the place that we started

Born [bad word] until we fell in love
Born [bad word] until we fell
Born [bad word] until we fell in love
Born [bad word] until we fell

Acoustic outro:

I’m at a hot creep show
Same old thing on the radio
Who’s [bad word] ‘round
Suffering popularity breakdown

I think it’s funny that
That I got harassed when I’m walking the streets
Walking down streets, walking down paths
With the kids in the back way I said

If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter
If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter

I [bad word] around with my head in the sand
Looking for a pupil in a new fan
Told me before, baby do your own dance
Stay off the highway