I'm not trippin'
I'm in antigravity boots
I'm giving you the best year ever
Everybody's busy but nothing's getting done
Oh
It's kind of like 1997
I'm not trippin'
I'm in antigravity boots
We should shoot all our ideas in the head
They're no good to us dead
I'll be like the moon
You like the sun
Ooh
Does anybody know
How to make time go really slow?
I don't know about you
But sooner or later
I always lose
The moment passes
Surrounded by these frying machines
Ooh
Burning up with sound
And we'll never look through those eyes again
The way you take my breath away
And back me up against a wall
I wake up every day
Alarm clock at a parking stall
I don't know what to do
I want everybody's point of view
But no one can direct me and they can't make up their minds
I feel I'm about to get left behind
Yeah