| Air on the streets, lights on the trees |
| Eight days a week, singer’s disease |
| I wanna be where the sun meets the sky |
| I wanna be there, it’s out of your mind |
| And I believe in the secrets you’re keeping |
| I wanna piece of the air when I breathe in I wanna be the gold underneath the stream |
| Having my moment, you know what I mean |
| Ooooh, it’s a blue sky |
| And the headlights, and the headlines |
| It’s a new day, for a new wave |
| It’s a perfect moment, oh |
| I’m moving out, for a moment in The Springs |
| Out of my way, Berlin to L.A. |
| I wanna stay here and never go home again |
| I wanna be the grass underneath your feet |
| I wanna be the shops on your high street |
| And I believe in the secrets you’re keeping |
| I wanna be your alarm when you sleep in I wanna be the one you can be around |
| I wanna be the one who can make you proud |
| Ooooh, it’s a blue sky |
| And the headlights, and the headlines |
| It’s a new day, for a new wave |
| It’s a perfect moment, oh |
| I’m moving out, for a moment in The Springs |
| Get a voice, don’t get a doctor |
| That’s your choice, no-one can stop you |
| I wanna be the one you can be around |
| I wanna be the one who can make you proud |
| Got a job, I don’t got no pension |
| In it for love — money’s too tight to mention |
| I wanna be in the rockin’est city |
| I wanna do what I want if it kills me Have to say, your home’s where you make it It’s OK, I know when you fake it I wanna be the gum on your train seat |
| I wanna stand up and walk on my own feet |
| I wanna be the one you can be around |
| I wanna be the rock underneath your ground |
| I wanna be the one who can make you proud |
| I wanna be the one you can be around |
| I wanna be the one you can be around |