Spinning around in the hot summer sun
Shooting through space as though shot from a gun
Towards a target yet unknown
I think our minds will be blown

if we get there
Pressure will hold you down
And you feel
The molecules are moving fast, you can't do math

If everyday is new, why's the ocean blue?
What happened to the sky, I just walk on by
Pretending that everything's good
Follow the path choose a road
Changes are good let's start

Slowly when pressure will hold you down
And you feel
The molecules are moving fast
the particles are waves at last
you can't do math at all