We're not the type To go out and find others Who are just like The ones in our cupboard We only see What we read on the covers We only bleed If we're not see by another If we're not see by another
Stop looking down at the ground Pick it out of the clouds No one's gonna put you down Just let it out let it out Stop looking down at the ground Just pick it out of the clouds Just get it out get it out Just let it all out now
Something's bound to change
Let's all go out Go out and find lovers That scream and shout The kind you don't take home to your mother We are the ones Who cannot hide under covers No sacred suns Just us all crowded and cluttered Just us all crowded and cluttered
Stop looking down at the ground Pick it out of the clouds No one's gonna put you down Just let it out let it out Stop looking down at the ground Just pick it out of the clouds Just get it out get it out Just let it all out now
Something's bound to change Something's bound to change
Stop looking down at the ground Pick it out of the clouds No one's gonna put you down Just let it out let it out Stop looking down at the ground Just pick it out of the clouds Just get it out get it out (Somethings bound to change) Just let it all out now
Stop looking down at the ground Pick it out of the clouds No one's gonna put you down Just let it out let it out Stop looking down at the ground Just pick it out of the clouds Just get it out get it out Just let it all out now
Compositores: Sam John Farrar, Sam Newton Battenberg Faulkner (Sam Faulkner), Toby William Battenberg Faulkner ECAD: Obra #6091867 Fonograma #12676614