Music: Dan Whitlam/Levi Wijk/Jacqueline Cummings/Teodor Runsiö/Frans Torell
Miracles and whispers in crowded rooms
Keepers and losers sharing the same tune
Slipping from the pedestal, feet on the ground
Where broken dreams are found
Can anybody see me? Can anybody hear me?
Yeah, I'm learning to stand on my own two
But maybe I'm just tripping (yeah)
Miracles, keepers, losers, weepers
Trippin' off the pedestal
Miracles, pack 'em in, tapern' on the safety
Love is something new
Is there anybody, anybody, anybody, anybody, anybody
That can see me?
'Cause I hear everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Don't you agree?
I think I'm trippin'
Trippin' on my own two
I think I'm trippin'
Trippin' on my own two
My own two!
Trippin'!
Trippin' on my own two