Don′t fall down tonight

You're alive and so am I

Hold on we might hot-wireThis old car and drive

Sticks and stones

They say but we don′t have bones inside our brains

If bones are the walls between you and I then I feel pretty tempted

To beat myself with sticks and stones, anyway

I've got a ray gun in my bag, a treasure map under my hat

And I'll never miss a headshot or a dotted line

I′ve spent way too much time thinkin about dreamin about life

To miss the point, which is just listen

′Cause I've listened for mine