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