Fashun

Open up your eyes
Let the sun climb through your window
I heard that life's a gas
When light-blue fades to black

I know you and you know me
I guess it's safe to say we know each other
How's your father been?
Is his heart still pumping?

Like an English garden flowerbed
In all it's elegance and wonder
Let's cut the small talking
I want the real thing

I was lost and found
I found that I had lost the feeling
A mid-flight meltdown
I pray for solid ground

The traffic lights your bedroom up
It's like a disco on your ceiling
The city's on my back
It's breathing down my neck

Oh, it's not your fault
That you're wild you know
Oh, it's not your fault
That you're wild you know

'Cause you're gonna be a big star, honey
A real household name
The cream rises to the top, they tell me
I'm gonna be best friends

Oh, you're gonna be a big star, honey
A real household name
The cream rises to the top, they tell me
I'm gonna be best friends
With fame, with fame