Oh, a warning light is shining saying I would not be saved
I'm sick of hiding, face it, you and I
Don't walk the same
When a certain man started spinning lies, it started to rain
Now I see it, I am clearly terrified
Of modern day

Oh, lately there's something in the atmosphere
Telling me things that I don't wanna hear
Taking me places I don't wanna be
Showing me things that I don't wanna see
Lately there's something in the atmosphere
Telling me things that I don't wanna hear
Taking me places I don't wanna be
Showing me things that I don't want

Now I'm really feeling different
Oh, can't you see you've done it this time?
It's everything I live for
Smell the fear and spot the signs
Those fantasies of better times
That prophecy that makes you learn
It's hard to fight
Oh, plant the seed, don't trip on it
Can you really get a grip on it?
Take your time

When you run it 'til it fills
Overflows and spills then you learn
Oh, then you learn
When someone irritates my thrills
And bends me back until I return
Will I return?
It depends if I find out if we're going back again
It's the same thing as lying
'Cause I'm trying to be that woman now
And I think it's turning out alright

Oh, lately there's something in the atmosphere
Telling me things that I don't wanna hear
Taking me places I don't wanna be
Showing me things that I don't wanna see
Oh, lately there's something in the atmosphere
Telling me things that I don't wanna hear
Taking me places I don't wanna be
Showing me things that I don't want to see

Now I'm really feeling different
Oh, can't you see you've done it this time?
It's everything I live for
Smell the fear and spot the signs
Those fantasies of better times
That prophecy that makes you learn
It's hard to fight
So plant the seed, don't trip on it
Can you really get a grip on it?
Take your time

If you really think you're innocent
Then learn how to fly
If you really think you're givin' some
Reach out and touch the sky

If you really think you're innocent
Then learn how to fly
If you really think you're givin' some
Reach out and touch the sky

I'd rather say it now
Before it comes 'round again
I'd rather say it now
I'll turn around and count to ten

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Benedict Langmaid, Eleanor Jackson