Oxygen Supply

You used up all the air Exhausted oxygen supplies And you're cold when you're weightless You used up all your time It seems you 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 And sometimes it sets you free Sometimes you can't see The future 'til you're asleep Sometimes the truth hurts And sometimes it sets you free Sometimes you can't see The future 'til you're asleep We're young but not stupid, we're just lucid So let's turn this city on We're young but 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