People are just people
They don't know what they're after, oh
Thought you were gliding fast but I'm falling faster, oh
I'd better wear a helmet, this could be a disaster, oh
A jump from a mountain onto the mattress, oh
Oh, what
What will I do with you?
Oh, what
What will I do with you?
Oh, what
What will I do with you?
I'm lying on the ceiling of this room
People are just people
They don't know what they're after, oh
Swimming in supermarkets, looking for answers, oh
At least we walk on water when it turns into plastic, oh
But I swear you could grow some trees on a bathroom floor
Oh, what
What will I do with you?
Oh, what
What will I do with you?
Oh, what
What will I do with you?
I'm lying on the ceiling of this room
