Up In It

Outside in the rain
Didn’t mean to be mean again
Hadn’t dreamed since… all along
Serenaded by the dawn
Lalalala, lalalala
Lalalala, lalalala
Setting sun throwing knives
Heading south with seven wives
Out sung by the telephone
In outter space all alone
Lalalala, lalalala
Lalalala, lalalala
I’m up and in it
I’m up and in it
I’m up and in it
I’m up and in it
I’m up in it
I’m up in it
Setting sun throwing knives
Heading south with seven wives
Hadn’t dreamed since… all along
Serenaded by the dawn
Lalalala, lalalala
Lalalala, lalalala
Lalalala, lalalala
Lalalala, lalalala