Sitting On Top Of The World

Looking out on these back streets that you brought me,

All I see has been bought, kept for safety,

Trade the rift of the change for the landing,

Save the light for the few that's left standing.

You tried to tell me

these are the good times,

Guess we'll find out

Down the line, down the line

Walking out used to be so easy

Close the door while the light was still fading

But those times seem to fade into memories

And bring us here while those streets are left sleeping

You tried to tell me

these are the good times,

Guess we'll find out

Down the line, down the line

It's what we left behind.

It's what we found inside

So what is on your mind

Now that we're wasted, and sitting on top of the world

Sitting on top of the world

Sitting on top of the world

Sitting on top of the world

Sitting on top of the world