Silver haze, Eleventh grade
Head of state
Walking backwards through a maze
Sunny days on a silver plate
Icy trays
I’ll be singing in the shade

What’d they say, oh just a phase?
Just in case
Left the den without a trace
Had a taste of blurry rays
From a basket case
Send my memos out to space

Every exit’s just another way of getting in to getting out
So get me out, get me
Every exit’s just another way of getting in to getting out

Silver haze, Elеventh grade
Ain’t it great
Walking backwards through a mazе
Found a place, so save the date
Call it fate
I’ll be dreaming in the grave

Every exit’s just another way of getting in to getting out
So get me out, get me
Every exit’s just another way of getting out
So get me out
Get me
Get me out
Get me