Mosh pits and bare chest,
Stage diving sky diver,
Spray the crowd with cold water,
Now it's mosh pits and wet tits.
I think I need a cold shower,
Cool waters,
African girl speaks in English accent,
Likes to fuck boys in bands,
Likes to watch westerns,
And ride me without the hands,
Show me her passport,
She's on her own tour,
But you're beautiful to me.
Wave ‘em high, girl, to the sky.
But you're beautiful to me.
(We're in the clouds)
Wave ‘em high, girl, to the sky.
But you're beautiful to me.
(Life in the clouds)
Keep em high, ya'll,
(Beautiful stars)
In the sky.
Monks in the mosh pit,
Stage diving Dalai Lama,
Feet covered in cut flowers,
They mosh for enlightenment,
Clean chakra good karma,
One with the water,
Indian girl sleeps above the temple,
Planning a run away, young at heart,
You found a boyfriend
And now you wanna get away.
Just a virgin lover on a getaway.
And at sunset they're gonna try and get away.
Abhaya mudra.
I never ask for much,
But please keep up, lover,
We've got no choices left,
The running's fast.
Run, run, run, run.
You're beautiful to me.
Run, run, run, run, you'd better run.
You mean so much to me.
In my world,
We made it safely,
Even with your father's army trailing us,
We escaped him,
Even with his archer's bows at our backs,
What a great escape!
But there's a long way still in fact.
We're lost in a jungle underneath these clouds,
There's a monsoon that never ends.
A coke white tiger woke us from our slumber
To guide and protect us ‘til the end.
We're in the clouds,
Wave ‘em high now to the sky.
But you're beautiful to me.
Keep em high, ya'll, show you right.
But you're beautiful to me.
Beautiful.