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Each evening the sun sets in five billion places |
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Seen by ten billion eyes set in five billion faces |
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Then they close in a daze and wait for the dawning |
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But the daylight and sunrise |
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Are brighter in our eyes |
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Where night cannot devour golden solar power |
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Once we were dammned, now I guess we are angels |
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For we passed though the dark and avoided the dangers |
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Then I awoke with a start to startling changes |
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All the tension is ended |
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The sentance suspended |
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And darkenss now sparkles and gleams |
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And it all seems larger than life to me |
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I find it rather hard rather hard to believe |
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So I stand as the sound goes straight through my body |
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I'm so bloated up, happy, and I throw things around me |
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And I'm growing in stages, and have been for ages |
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Just singing and floating and free |
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Dum de dum dum |
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It's a heavenly pop hit |
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If anyone wants it |
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Dum de dum dum |
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It's a heavenly pop hit |
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It's something that we're humming as |
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We swoop low on trees, or we sweep under carpets |
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We can dive into suns, though it's not recommended |
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We can hover, silent, and listen, closely... |
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It all seems (all seems) |
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Larger than life to me |
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I find it (find it) |
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Hard to believe |
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So where was our home |
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Well, our home was in tears |
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For its fruit has gone bad |
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They'd been that way for years |
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Yet their lives are elastic |
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They should be fantastic |
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They should be expanding |
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Dum de dum dum |
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Dum de dum dum |
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It's a heavenly pop hit |
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If anyone wants it |
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Dum de dum dum |
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Dum de dum dum |
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It's a heavenly pop hit |
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For anybody |
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For those that still want it |
