Round here nothin' ever happens
We spend our days in a permanent haze
Lie back and watch the city crumble
Now and then we take a little tumble
Down here nothin' really matters
Night falls in a rush of black
There's always somethin' no-one can remember
The Beat Club just lost another member
Gonna start a new craze
Wise up love is such a precious thing
Gonna start a new craze
Who knows what tomorrow's gonna bring
Mix me up another fine potion
It's all I ask I'm tellin' you true
We'll let our tears sink into the ocean
Then watch the skies turn pink and blue
We're gonna fly straight into the eye of the storm
Don't need anythin' to keep us warm
See the lights go flashin' by all over town
Each and every one to guide us down
It feels good to be high all the lights in the sky are on fire
Don't care what you do let the beat come on through
Take you higher
It's so cool to be there lift your hands in the air
Keep on flyin'
We don't need anyone keep your eyes on the sun
I ain't lyin'
(J. Camilleri N. Smith J. Black – Mushroom Music Publishing Warner Chappell Black Music Management)