when I get lost, when I’m hanging by a thread
it’s like leaving on a jet plane and never come back
I can tell the world that it’s all right
whatever the cost we’re having the time of our lives

believe me, we’re getting out of here
the ceiling is not the sky

I just wanted to say goodbye
before the curtain gets down on what we’re about to leave behind
I brought along three words and they sound like white doves who
got lost in a foreign country but I’m sure they’ll return to you

believe me, we’re getting out of here
the ceiling is not the sky
we’re not leaving without the walls down
without the secret of something good

take the past and put it in a room
lock the door and never go in there
when you meet the one all you want is to
toss the key to open up for good

pride is wealth whenever spelled
whenever spent on something good