Gonna fly up to the moon,
raising all of my money.
Can´t make it too soon,
I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.

So this is how the world ends-
Not with a bang but with a wimpy.
Don´t laugh too soon-
I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.
Who needs all the troubles of today?
What´s the difference anyway?
I feel out of focus, what can I do?
There´s only you.
Gonna fly up to the moon,
raising all of my money.
Can´t make it too soon,
I am sick of it down here.
Gonna rise up to the moon.
When they open the borders where will you be?
I´ll climb the highest tree
to avoid the stampede-
And if I should fly

only you, you,
there´s only you,
that would say goodbye.