I've overjoyed, & in the sun, the second time this year
I'm on a plane at thirty thousand feet, the only way from here is down
& that's ok with me
Cause I'm overjoyed and ready for the fall

It's no surprise that I've been forced to learn that bliss comes at a price
& here I am still mining gold from the soul I've sold like a whore
The finger of blame is pointing at me
Cause I lit that flame & now it's burning me
But I'm overjoyed, & it's no surprise that I'm ready for the fall