If you look really close,
There's a rip in the sky and you,
Can see the universe.
Spinning round like a pin in your hand.

Dip your fingers in paint,
Go and skip up the street,
Just try,
To lighten up some.
You're living your life like you're dead and in over your head.

But checking numbers isn't how,
To know how old you've grown.
It's only what you want.
It's only what you want.

Say you want purple hair,
There's the truth now the dare,
I think,
It's such a shame that,
Growing old before our time is just a way to survive now.

Stop and look at the sun,
Tell me what have you done today,

That left you dreaming.
Cause living life's not a goal,
It's been happening all along the way.

And checking numbers isn't how,
To know how old you've grown.
It's only what you want.
It's only what you want.

Laughter all over the world,
Is doing all it can to have its secret heard.
It's only what you want.

It's only what you,
It's only what you want.
It's only what you want.
It's only what you want.