Adult adults in a blaze of plasmas Try to tell us what the kids are after Nobody asking about the hopeless future Nobody noticing the vastness suture So I can't claim to know the inside out, so But I was watching from my bedroom window And there was nothing to look forward to and There was nothing to get excited over And there was nothing we could call our own, so And there was nothing to hold anyone to So take it one at a time, slide yourself into it From the bottom to the top, dip all the wrong Underneath there's a high school, mouth it You can start your demonstration, do the bottom, take it home Cause we're gonna fly What makes you think that this is not your problem When there's a zero on the far horizon Why the city is it for the taking And there'll be nothing in your bowl this aching You sense this emptiness from every angle Between the buttons and the muted tango Yeah, there's a number plotted to the surface And there's no one else that has it better So take it one at a time, slide yourself into it From the bottom to the top, dip all the wrong Underneath there's a high school, mouth it You can start your demonstration, do the bottom, take it home Cause we're gonna fly Where is the heart of it? Where is the heart of it? We're gonna fly Where is the heart of it?