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