Flying In The Blue Sky On A Frying Pan

We set off on a sunny day We were trying

How we like to try How I try to try

Hey superstar Driving in expensive cars Stupid accent stupid tone

I'm having such a good time Do you know You

Instrumental

Here it comes the sun Here it comes the number

Maybe 21st is not the right time Perhaps my expectation

What they think that suits the norm The proper uniform

I really want some happiness and sadness Could you give

All those thick books that we read together I burnt

Beauty you may have it on your face But you

I’ve got a house but its not my home I’ve

Though you’ve got a girlfriend I still wanna hold your

I like imagining randomly alone Sitting under a tree suddenly