There's a body lying in the middle of a busy street He's painted red and staring at the sky He leans out his car window and says: Get the hell out of my way I'll be late, I've gotta be on time And then he goes up and up towards the heavens He's begging to come down But nobody's there, nobody cares He stops fighting it, let it all go Caring about all the things That never made him happy at all I am coming I am letting the Sun in I stopped running From you, from me From every little thing Now you're speeding past the skyline Anything could happen next, you're grinning, and you're open to the night Maybe I could hitch a ride, and We could do whatever we like, anything we like And then we go up and up towards the heavens We're ready to come down But nobody's there, nobody cares We stop fighting it, let it all go Caring about all the things That never made us happy at all I am coming I am letting the Sun in I stopped running From you, from me From every little thing