Here come the breeze, come on blow me up Planting the seed, come on sew me up Reelin', the feelin', making our way through the storm We've been deceivin', making our way through the storm All we need's a little more to
Send a little message to ya Gonna get outta here Send a little message to ya Gonna get outta here
Here come the air, come on blow me up Hottest affair, come on grow me up Starin' at nothin', 'cause I can't make out what it is Searchin' for somethin', but I just don't know what it is All we need's a little more to
Send a little message to ya Gonna get outta here Send a little message to ya Gonna get outta here
Well come on in Come on in and lay me down now And relax 'Cause the world will collapse with you Turn your red light into blue Why do you keep running around like that?
Sit back 'Cause this is gonna take a while There's no shame in going in out of style Why do you keep running around like that?
Send a little message to ya Gonna get outta here Send a little message to ya Gonna get outta here Send a little message to ya Gonna get outta here Send a little message to ya Gonna get outta here
Compositores: Ian Thomas Ball, Paul Blackburn, Thomas William Gray (Thomas Gray), Benjamin Joseph Ottewell (Ben Ottewell), Oliver James Peacock (Oliver Peacock) ECAD: Obra #20461347