Oxygen Supply - Shortstraw
Lyricist:Russell Grant Coward/Gad De Combes/Jake Rubinstein/Alastair Leslie Thomas
Composer:Russell Grant Coward/Gad De Combes/Jake Rubinstein/Alastair Leslie Thomas
Who 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've 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
Cmon'
Cmon'
Cmon'
Cmon'
Sometimes the truth hurts
But sometimes it sets you free
And sometimes you can't see
The future 'til you're asleep
Sometimes the truth hurts
But sometimes it sets you free
And sometimes you can't see
The future 'til you're asleep
You're not stupid
We're just lucid
So let's turn this city on
You're 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