Boomtime

Boomtime coming. Man the monkey. In the cradle
In the graveyard. Sky is soaring. Lungs are burning
Roller-coaster. Rolls forever

A high time rolling, like the ocean
Hands more loving, than a plastic surgeon
Young and scrawny. In the fun house
And lord almighty. Devil knows just what I've been doing

And there's a chance, that it could all come down
And there's a chance, there's a chance. Leave me reaching for the sun
Leave me reaching for the sun. And this could be the perfect one
And this could be the perfect one. And this could be the perfect one
And this could be the perfect one

When tenderness is far away. Keep me safe for another day

I've been under. Heavy weather. I'll be armed and ready
In the future. Boomtime coming. Now I'm up and running
No-one's gonna live forever

And there's a chance, that it could all come down
And there's a chance, there's a chance. Leave me reaching for the sun
Leave me reaching for the sun. And this could be the perfect one
And this could be the perfect one. And this could be the perfect one
And this could be the perfect one. And this could be the perfect one
And this could be the perfect one. And this could be the perfect one