3 Miles High

Every cloud has a silver line
But you still need the moon to shine
And we don't care about it
Is there something that you forgot
And you wish you could stop the clock
Because you can't live without it?

We don't have a clue
'Cause we're three miles high
And we'd rather as dust and feathers fly
And we can't climb down
'Cause we'd burst our little bubble on the ground

Whoa-ooh-oh

Everyone has a wall to climb
But we don't really have the time
To give a who, how about it?
And your life is a Russian doll
You were given when you were small
And they're all inside you

But we don't have a clue
'Cause we're three miles high
And we'd rather as dust and feathers fly
And we can't climb down
'Cause we'd burst our little bubble on the ground

Oh, and we won't come down
Till we hit the ground

'Cause we're three miles high
And we'd rather as dust and feathers fly
And we can't climb down
'Cause we'd burst our little bubble on the ground

Whoa-ooh-oh