here is the water   the one that rushes   from our hearts into the sea   endlessly hoping to be   here is the water    the one that rushes from our    minds into the street    endlessly hoping to meet      they said we could walk on water   they said we should knock on wood   we did none of these things and they said we could sing   so we sang about falling in love   they said that we were getting smarter   they said that we were something new   we were none of these things and they said we could sing   so we sang about twenty and two   we done all the wrong things    and all we done good      they said we were the new beginning   they said we were a brand new start   we were none of these thing and they said we could sing   so we sang about the state of the art   they said we were the second coming   they said we were a different breed   we were none of these things and they said we could sing    so we sang about the birds and the bees   bunch of do nothing that were down on your knees      can you walk on water   but can you walk on - W A T E R (oh no)   can you walk on - W A T E R   oh can you walk on water      they said we could walk on water   they said we should knock on wood   we did none of these things and they said we could sing   so we sang about falling in love   they say that we say we say something   they say that we say something new   we say some of these things and they say we can sing    so we sang about a hundred and two   but if nobody listens well nothing comes true   when you walk on water   when you walk on - W A T E R (oh no)   can you walk on - W A T E R   oh can you walk on water   can you walk on - W A T E R (oh no)   can you walk on - W A T E R   oh can you walk on water   we never walked on - W A T E R   so tell me something smarter W A T E R      matadors monkeys, a million balloons   as we walk through the sea to the sand   knowing full well that we're perfectly tuned   as we skip through our hearts hand in hand      well jenny the older    whose music we heard   will we all meet again at the end of the world      no sense in fooling    we're covered in dreams    having too much fun flying to land   floating waste high in tendrils of green   we're so small but we feel oh so grand      well jenny the older    whose music we heard   will we all meet again at the end of the world      end of the world      well jenny the older    whose music we heard   will we all meet again at the end of the world      the end of the world   on tuesday   the end of the world   pop goes the world   the end of the world   pop goes the world      on tuesday   the end of the world    the real world   pop goes the world   on tuesday