Come down from the ceiling
  Oh, these pills were made for feeling
  Oh, so divine
    I've got a lump in my throat
  So I'll keep hold of hope
  Oh yeah, oh yeah
  I've got a lump in my throat
  And it makes it hard to swallow
    That's why we'll crawl to walk for running
  Oh there's not so much more in store
  That's why we'll never, ever divide
    I've got a lump in my throat
  So, I'll keep hold of hope
  Oh yeah, oh yeah
  I've got a lump in my throat
  And it makes it hard to swallow
    Telling me winning is now or never
  Seems like nobody really cares
  Because they're just killing my time
  They're just killing my time
  Don't you know they're just killing my time