A month of Mondays, dressed in my waiting room
A year of red skies and a cigarette at noon
Airtight, Berlin
Strobe lights, I'm giving in

Pop, pop, pop, poppin' my balloon
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, something's going on
Pop, pop, pop, poppin' my balloon
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, something's going on

Oh, let me know, let me know
If we're ever gonna know
Where we go, where we go
Are we burning out the love?
Are we burning out the love?

I'm automatic, template for a different world
Tapped out emotions, I just wanna feel alive
Okay, wonderland
It's not about the airtime, but touchdown
I feel just like a tourist in a different time
I tell myself, "It's okay, that's alright "

Pop, pop, pop, poppin' my balloon
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, something's going on

Oh, let me know, let me know
If we're ever gonna know
Where we go, where we go
Are we burning out the love?
Are we burning out the love?

That's love, it all rubs off
The touch is soft, must not be tough
Mistake myself for someone else
My brain's all out of thoughts
Calendar's stuck and eraser stopped
After what we started up
Couldn't have thought there was more to drop
And it sure beats floating off
Help, help
Help myself when it all sets sail
Will the news shake off? The balloons all pop
And I tell myself that it is all alright
As I dive in the fire
Fire burned up and the love turns sour
It's all erased in our little race to acknowledge
Whatever makes us all wanna
Chase it while it waste away
Devoured like a vase of flowers

Oh, let me know, let me know
If we're ever gonna know
Where we go, where we go
Are we burning out the love?
Are we burning out the love?
Oh, let me know, let me know
If we're ever gonna know
Where we go, where we go
Are we burning out the love?
Are we burning out the love?

Made it
We made it, we fucking made it, queen
Made it
We fucking ma—
Stop, oh my god, stop
We fucking did it