Air on the streets, lights on the trees
Eight days a week, singer's disease
I want to be where the sun meets the sky
I want to be there, it's out of your mind
And I believe in the secrets you're keeping
I want to piece of the air when I breathe in
I want to be the gold underneath the stream
Having my moment, you know what I mean

Ooooh, it's a blue sky
And the headlights, and the headlines
It's a new day, for a new wave
It's a perfect moment, oh
I'm moving out, for a moment in The Springs

Out of my way, Berlin to L.A.
I want to stay here and never go home again
I want to be the grass underneath your feet
I want to be the shops on your high street
And I believe in the secrets you're keeping
I want to be your alarm when you sleep in
I want to be the one you can be around
I want to be the one who can make you proud

Ooooh, it's a blue sky
And the headlights, and the headlines
It's a new day, for a new wave
It's a perfect moment, oh
I'm moving out, for a moment in The Springs

Get a voice, don't get a doctor
That's your choice, no-one can stop you
I want to be the one you can be around
I want to be the one who can make you proud
Got a job, I don't got no pension
In it for love - money's too tight to mention
I want to be in the rockin'est city
I want to do what I want if it kills me
Have to say, your home's where you make it
It's OK, I know when you fake it
I want to be the gum on your train seat
I want to stand up and walk on my own feet
I want to be the one you can be around
I want to be the rock underneath your ground
I want to be the one who can make you proud
I want to be the one you can be around
I want to be the one you can be around

Writer : PERRY, ADAM / PERRY, GILES / CHAPMAN, MARK ANDREW / CARTER, DANIEL PHILIP / PERRY, JASON KEITH
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.