Oxygen Supply

You used up all the air
You exhausted oxygen supplies
And you're cold when you're weightless

You used up all your time
It seems you've ruined this exercise
And you're cold when you're weightless

You've got sweet sounds
Coming from your head somehow
You gotta cool down
Gotta get your head in the clouds

Sweet sounds
Coming from your head somehow
Cool down
Gotta get your head in the clouds, the clouds, the clouds

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

Sometimes the truth hurts
Sometimes it sets you free
Sometimes you can't see
The future till you're asleep

Sometimes the truth hurts
Sometimes it sets you free
Sometimes you can't see
The future till you're asleep

You're not, not stupid, we're just lucid, so let's turn this city on
You're not, not stupid, we're just lucid, so let's turn this city on
Let's turn this city on
Let's turn this city on