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