Reconozco q a mi me empezó a gustar cada vez más según la fui escuchando más veces. Es muy buena.

Fly high on the rug 
With the ones you know 
With the ones you love 
With the ones you trust 

Riding the van, the bus, the plane again 
And hear the sounds 
Little air to breathe 
Little work to kill 
A nice table to seat 
A clean pillow to dream 
New streets to ride 
Another place to start 
It’s better to break your back 
Better to break your heart 

I want to go wrong, if we do it 
We can stop the time tonight 
Bring all the bad ones 
You know you got it wrong 
It means we got it right 

Telling lies with stars 
Makin up a weird glory 
Young bosom, dark lies 
Twisting my touring guide 
Numbers I try to resist 
Through your watch they disappear 
All the memories you can trust 
All the voices talk to much 
All the photos you’ve seen 
War medals for someone 
Like me like he like she 
Like me like he like she 
Cause you’d better break your bed 
Than lay down and sleep 

I want to go wrong, if we do it 
We can stop the time tonight 
Bring all the bad ones 
You know you got it wrong 
It means we got it right 

How many times times times times 
We had the chance 
How many times times times times 
We had the chance 
How many times times times times 
We had the chance 
How many times, times times