The scariest part is letting go 'Cause love is a ghost you can't control I promise you the truth can't hurt us now So let the words slip out of your mouth All of the lights land on you The rest of the world fades from view And all of the love I see

For the rest of my life Na na hey, oh If you live for somethin' You're not alone my friend So fill up your cup and lift your lighter A toast to life That's somewhere to go, but the world is moving slow I was born for the fast life I go for broke, a

If your heart tells you to then who are you to question it If the world gets you down, don't be afraid to wrestle it You have your whole life ahead of you Come make a mess of it Who are you to question it And I can see straight into your soul Feeling oh

From high up above The beautiful lull The dangerous tug We get to feel small And after a glimpse Over the top The rest of the world Becomes a gift shop The pendulum swings

Black pearl Mother come pick me up I feel I've lost all that I knew In this forest full of lies You're all that's ringing true Oh, by my world Forever my world Gather all that's left Place my fears up on this shelf

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

There's a storm in the heartland She's leavin' me just like a restless wind And I can see my world is comin' to an end Like the sounds of thunder empty words ring out again The leaves on the tree are turnin' inside out From the Great White North there's

You're my Miss Jamaica My Miss Jamaica I'm crowning you myself Although you may not have such a fabulous shape To suit the rest of the world But you do suit me and that's all I want to know I need not know nothing more Roses are red, violets are blue

You push the button and we'll do the rest There are things that I just cannot explain to you And those that I hope I don't ever have to The exotic sound of data storage Nothing like it First thing in the morning Bastard latin That's the best thing for it

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress