I was eighteen in a Zeppelin T-shirt
Coming from the beach with flowers in my hair
Bright attitude, mylar balloon
Handful of clouds, plans up in the air
Friday night, I'm talking to a girl in a murky basement
Hardly making out what she's saying through the snare
What is this trick? What is this town?
Her eyes are like stars she spins around
Says it's a dark world down here
Everyone floats like helium
And you can too
Yeah the lows get low but the highs are so delirious
You want to, don't you?
Dancing in a ditch, blowing dandelions
If I had a wish I'd use it on someone else
I'm resigned to my fate like a paid subscription
Halfway alive, too tired to ring the bell
Sunday morning, singing in the drainpipe, choking on dust
My voice rides around like a horse on a carousel
What is this trick? What is this town?
It's a dead end street, I can see that now
Yeah, it's a dark world down here
Everyone floats like helium
And you can too
Yeah, lows get low but the highs are so delirious
You want to, don't you?
Dancing in a ditch, blowing dandelions
Waste the day wondering where my time went
Fortune cookie bleeding like a volcano
Ooh, everyone floats like helium
And you can too
Yeah the lows get low
But it's worth it for the feeling of relief
You want to, don't you?