fairy lights like the stars
you could be lost but here you are
they're all dead to us now
and we can't hear the song they're playing
where the elevator won't come down
and the ceiling cracks like a treasure map
the mosquito's buzzing round
help me make up a new sound
the worlds moving at a different pace
ah the buzz it never stops
if you don't like the groove well call the cops
and they don't make a sound
'cause i don't like the song they're playing
smoke drifting up to the dizzy heights
where the elevator won't come down
and the ceiling cracks like a treasure map
every destination pulls you in
the mosquito's buzzing round
i'm gonna take you up to the dizzy heights
there's a lot more going on
i will take you up to the dizzy heights