Above the ceiling, driving you insane
Pack my bag and hit the next plane
Lift your hands higher, wave ’em proud
Shot, shoot, shotta, shout it out loud
Even when the sun is blocked by clouds
It always finds its way through
Even in the darkest of the nights
I will run with you
When hope is gone
We‘ll find another way
And we‘ll be standing strong
Together
Yeah! Get out, stay out, and call the police!
Gotta have the sound, find my true release
Get things off my mind and call the police
Take you outta limits and take the whole crowd
Shot, shoot, shotta, shout it out loud
The Sound Above My Hair
