I must protect this house.
For when those moments turn into something more—
plop plop fizz fizz
and I’m loving this.
I am now free to fly—
a new season of survivor.

A new season of survivor—
I know what I’m told: I must protect this house.
Sometimes I am free to fly
when those moments turn into something more.
I’m loving this—
propellers going chop chop, fizz fizz.

In the bunker, plop plop fizz fizz,
a new season of survivor.
I don’t need or love this
goddamned house
and when these moments turn into something more—
I fly.

I am free to fly,
zoom zoom zoom, fizz fizz.
But those moments always turn into something more—
another fucking season of survivor.
I must protect this house
and I am hating this.

I’m loving this
and am now free to fly.
(Except, oh God, I must protect this house.)
Plop plop fizz fizz—
a new season of survivor
when those moments turn into something much more.

When those moments turn into something more—
I love this.
Season of the survivor
free to fly,
plop plop, fizz fizz,
in the skies protecting this house.

Season of survivor when those moments turn to more.
I must protect this house, I must protect loving this—
being free to fly, being free to drop drop, fizz fizz.