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)