How I will I know what makes me feel a good man
Is it stuff that I can keep from telling you?
How will we know how it feels to be stone cold?
Floatin' way above the stars

A storm is blowing on fields of golden sands
Try to stop it if you can, come on, get in!
What looks so good can hurt so bad

Now that we've learned about the feeling of being stone cold
We're floating way above the stars
What looks so good can hurt so bad

Yes Sir, I heard
But I feel my fingers just like icicles, yellow and blue
What looks so good can hurt so bad