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