| Oh I, oh I, oh I
|
| Oh I, oh I, oh I
|
| Oh I, oh I
|
| Oh-oh I, oh-oh I
|
| I woke up early today
|
| Opened my eyes
|
| Only to see the sun shining down on me
|
| I can hear the birds outside my windows
|
| Chirping and singing songs and flying free
|
| I turned my radio on and I hear my favourite song playing
|
| The music is moving something inside me
|
| And I can only pray
|
| This mood won’t change
|
| Oh, come with us and you’ll see something
|
| That you’ve never seen before
|
| How about if you, take flight and reach my altitude?
|
| There’ll be no need for the floor
|
| Oh I, oh I, oh I
|
| Oh-oh-oh
|
| Fasten your seatbelts
|
| And turn on your flight mode
|
| 'Cause we’re going up
|
| Surfing the galaxies
|
| I hope that my nose don’t bleed
|
| Staring at stars while they smile at us
|
| On my way to work
|
| I see the same faces that pass me each and everyday
|
| The mandem selling CD’s
|
| The schoolkids, the mums
|
| And the beggars dressed way better than me, yeah
|
| Getting on with their lives
|
| I doubt they even have time to sing
|
| Or notice the beauty they missed, 'cause their duties exist far from this city
|
| Oh, what a shame
|
| Oh, come with us and you’ll see something
|
| That you’ve never seen before, yeah
|
| How about if you, take flight and reach my altitude?
|
| There’ll be no need for the floor
|
| Oh oh, oh I, oh I, oh-oh, hey
|
| Uh
|
| Fasten your seatbelts
|
| And turn on your flight mode
|
| 'Cause we’re going up
|
| Surfing the galaxies
|
| I hope that my nose don’t bleed
|
| Fasten your seatbelts
|
| And turn on your flight mode
|
| 'Cause we’re going up
|
| Surfing the galaxies
|
| I hope that my nose don’t bleed
|
| Staring at stars while they smile at us |