Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Fendelman
Songwriter
Max Sandza
Songwriter
Jack Catalanotto
Songwriter
Andrew Gurney
Songwriter
Lyrics
Fresh out of paradise
Like a countdown to the millennium
All lost in a culture of doubt
The world won't wait til you figure it out
Blink until your days are over
Favor jumping out of a stain helicopter Helicopter
Hop in the car
I wanna take you to the Tivoli
Then push you out of my life
Possessed as we're dressed up, messin' around
I keep stressin' out
At the rich hotel with the cameras on
Even I can tell that we don't belong
All lost in a culture of doubt
The world won't wait til ya, til ya, til ya
Blink until your days are over
Favor jumping out of a stain helicopter Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter
You think you're numb
But we're just staring down the disco
Another night and we'll be tearing up
We're tearing up
You think you're numb
But we're just staring down the disco
Another night, another night
You think you're numb
But we're just staring down the disco
Another night and we'll be tearing up
We're tearing up
You think you're numb
But we're just staring down
Fresh out of paradise
Like a countdown to the millennium
All lost in a culture of doubt
The world won't wait till you figure it out
Blink until your days are over
Favor jumping out of a stain helicopter Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter
Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter, helicopter Helicopter, helicopter
Written by: Andrew Gurney, Jack Catalanotto, Max Sandza, Zach Fendelman