3 Miles High
Every cloud has a silver lineBut you still need the moon to shineAnd we don't care about itIs there something that you forgotAnd you wish you could stop the clockBecause you can't live without it
We don't have a clueCause we're three miles highAnd we'd rather as dust and feathers flyAnd we can't come downCause we'd burst our little bubble on the groundWow ho wow
Everyone has a wall to climbBut we don't really have the timeTo give a who-how about itAnd your life is a Russian dollYou were given when you were smallAnd they all inside you
We don't have a clueCause we're three miles highAnd we'd rather as dust and feathers flyAnd we can't come downCause we'd burst our little bubble on the ground
And we won't come downTill we hit the ground
Cause we're three miles highAnd we'd rather as dust and feathers flyAnd we can't come downCause we'd burst our little bubble on the ground