(lights and colors – Foire du Midi – Bruxelles, août 2006)

 

Up in the air…

 

 

« Your father is a v.i.p.
He thinks hes always right
Your mother watches her t.v.
Wont talk to you all night

Couldnt help sitting up so high
Hes gotta find love
Hes never seen a flower tree
Or anything that close

And everyday Ill pass and say
Hey!

How is the air up there
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
According to you I just dont care
Im falling on the ground

First time that you saw me
Said youd hope I would change
Well, your friends took one look at me
And they sure acted strange

Havent seen you in a month
And you wonder what its all about
Well, next time Im in prison, love
Come and, well bail me out

And everyday Ill pass and say
Hey!

How is the air up there
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
According to you I just dont care
Im falling on the ground

You tried to put the blame on me
Youve got a lot of nerve
You say youre so lonely, well
Its all that you deserve

When you get tired of your
Love of life in high society
Well, get some kicks and take a trip
And come on down with me

And everyday Ill pass and say
Hey!

How is the air up there
How is the air up there
How is the air up there
According to you I just dont care
Im falling on the ground

How is the air up there… »

 

The Bangles

 

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