Mad, Mad World - Chris Schummert

Little motel on the moon

a hundred weeks with you in bed.

Writing post cards to ourselves.

We got a thousand things to do,

as the war ton spitted blue

Were just lying here instead.

Fallen down I this room

at a million miles an hour

as you lead me to the edge

were out of space and out of time

out of site and out of mind.

Nothing but feathers in our hands.

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

And im so in love.

Im so in love.

When no ones got a clue

of who is loving who

and their barking at your heels.

The spraying on your nose

and the loning that you serve.

Leaves us spinning you in awells

when were waiting for a wonder and stealing all your thunder

and the lighting strikes that wakes you

lets you break out of the cage

and take over the stage and shout

out as loud as you need to

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

And im so in love.

Im so in love.

Falling down on eners road

at a million miles an hour

as you leave me to the erch

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world

Out of space out of time

out of site out of mind

Out of space out of time

out of site out of mind

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

It’s a mad mad world.

(so in love)

It’s a mad mad world

im so in love

im so in love

im so in love

im so in love

with you