 Well, it's a beautiful day and we were born to run. I might have not been our problem, but you were never one. I'm here in yellow, this mellow mood is all around. In London calling a clash and I won't back down. I imagine a blackbird is flying high. So let it be, I can feel it coming in here tonight. I'm just a kid with my headphones up to ten. Play it again, you're my favorite.