Come down from the ceiling

Oh, these pills were made for feeling

Oh, so divine

I've got a lump in my throat

So I'll keep hold of hope

Oh yeah, Oh yeah

I've got a lump in my throat

And it makes it hard to swallow



That's why we'll crawl to walk for running

Oh there's not so much more in store

That's why we'll never, ever divide



I've got a lump in my throat

So, I'll keep hold of hope

Oh yeah, Oh yeah

I've got a lump in my throat

And it makes it hard to swallow



Telling me winning is now or never

Seems like nobody really cares

Because they're just killing my time

They're just killing my time

Don't you know they're just killing my time