[instrumental with classical guitar] (Verse 1) My soul just turned into a neon frisbee, Sailing through a sky of purple glitter rain. I forgot that my rent is due on Monday, And I stopped feeling that back pain. The coffee’s cold, the inbox just piles up, But I just scream: shut the f up! (Chorus) Give me four minutes of a trouble-free life, Where the bass is my only legal wife. I’m on a place where I can be a clown Doing cartwheels until the sun comes down My spirit’s got wings made of gold, I feel so free and never getting old. (Verse 2) The world out there is just a messy doodle, Where the problems just keep melting away I keep seeing your smiling face With a grin that’s slightly out of place. Gravity’s a lie told by people in suits, Give me strength and some comfy leather boots. (Chorus) Give me four minutes of a trouble-free life, Where the bass is my only legal wife. I’m on a place where I can be a clown Doing cartwheels until the sun comes down My spirit’s got wings made of gold, I feel so free and never getting old. (Bridge) [The music slows down, becoming ethereal and floaty] Don’t look at the clock, the hands are just sticks, In this bittersweet symphony of electric tricks. I’m a lightbeam, where two strangers meet Dancing three inches off the concrete street. (Chorus) Give me four minutes of a trouble-free life, Where the bass is my only legal wife. I’m on a place where I can be a clown Doing cartwheels until the sun comes down My spirit’s got wings made of gold, I feel so free and never going old. (Outro) [The beat begins to fade, leaving only the twinkling synth] Three minutes fifty... don't let me land yet. (yet) The frisbee’s still flying... (never gonna get) Four minutes exactly. (have gone by..) Just give me four minutes...
