(Ta-ra-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)

(Ta-ra-ra, ta-ra, ra-ra-ra)

(Ta-ra-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)

(Ta-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra)

I sleep with the sound on

I fill empty conversations with words

There's always somebody

I pass the time with, but I still wonder

Why is the sky blue?

Doing my walk on the moon

I think I'm losing my mind

'Cause I keep falling through the black holes in cycles

It's a never-ending tightrope, oh, well

And I'm friends with existential, nothing special

'Cause I'm used to feeling awkward as hell

(Ta-ra-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)

(Ta-ra-ra, ta-ra)

I wanna shout from the rooftops

Like I haven't got a care in the world

'Cause maybe I'd find out (maybe I'd find out)

That I'm not quite so alone when I'm thinking

Why is the sky blue?

Doing my walk on the moon

I think I'm losing my mind

'Cause I keep falling through the black holes in cycles

It's a never-ending tightrope, oh, well

And I'm friends with existential, nothing special

'Cause I'm used to feeling awkward as hell

I'm holding on inside my mind

But it gets hard from time to time

Oh, I'm holding on inside my mind

But it gets hard

'Cause I keep falling through the black holes

It's a never-ending tightrope, oh, well

And I'm going through the cycles

Feeling existential as hell

(Ta-ra-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)

(Ta-ra-ra, ta-ra, ra-ra-ra)

(Ta-ra-ra-ra, ta-ra-ra, ra-ra)

(Ta-ra-ra, ta-ra, ra-ra-ra)