| Everybody’s crazy for pretending they’re not
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| Used to be as kids, but I guess we forgot
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| How many years does it take to unlearn?
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| Life’s just a game and it’s just your turn
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| I look out the window at my old trampoline
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| Forgotten and rusted like all of my dreams
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| Maybe the best thing that I can do
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| Is begin again and start things anew
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| So I’ll beat the drum and scream at the sun
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| Trampoline, up, up, up, down
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| Begin again and find a new end
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| Trampoline, up, up, up, down
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| Trampoline
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| She led me by the hand to the trampoline
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| My muse walked me through my dizzy drunken dream
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| Young lovers making heat on a summer night
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| Her lily skin burning naked and bright
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| We confessed to each other that we felt the same
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| She pulled me in close and softly breathed my name
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| Wish I could stare again into those eager honest eyes
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| That now in my mind glare at me with despise
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| So I’ll beat the drum and scream at the sun
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| Trampoline, up, up, up, down
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| Begin again and find a new end
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| Trampoline, up, up, up, down
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| Trampoline
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| Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
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| Wish I could go back and a-just rewind
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| And see the world through a newborn’s eyes
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| Strip my consciousness of its filters and its favorite lies
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| I’m tired of being one of the living dead
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| Walking through their doldrums to their icy beds
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| They exchange cold shakes and disposable smiles
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| A mess of unhappiness and denial
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| I just want to dance in the pouring rain
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| Not care if people call me insane
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| Live and love like I’ve never been hurt
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| Come home happy, covered in dirt
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| So I’ll beat the drum and scream at the sun
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| Trampoline, up, up, up, down
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| Begin again and find a new end
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| Trampoline, up, up, up, down
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| Trampoline
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| I want to see your face and not feel a thing
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| I want to hear your name and not feel its sting
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| I want to be pure, I want to be cured of this degenerative disease
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| These dark dreams and these lies that I believe
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| Oh, trampoline |