Everybody's soaking wet, ready for the solar dip
It was so easy to fly, it was so easy to fly
Thunder in the blue sunshine
When did this city die?
I'm sick of turning you off
I'm sick of turning you off

After an afternoon of insatiable begging
Every frenzy is real
Skin is singing, hands are burning
Everybody is healed
I am good enough for someone, good enough for you

Flown way out in space
Who's on your tapes?
Who's in your wall?
Who's in your way?
Who keeps you soft?
Who makes you late?
Who do you call when you're ok?
And when you're not?
I'm so mad i could spit
I'm so mad i could spit

I don't invite chaos
It's just that they hate us
I'm sick of pissing them off
I'm sick of pissing them off

After an afternoon of mysterious fighting
Every frenzy is real
Skin is singing
Hands are burning
Everybody is healed
I am good enough for someone
Good enough for you

Flown way out in space
Who's in your face?
Who's in yoru heart?
Who do you pay?
What have you got?
Who complicates your easy plot?
Who hesitates and then you're lost?