There's gotta be an upsidento all this self-destructionnif you continue to functionnnSo says the planet on your shoulders,nyour brilliance keeps you up at night, nightnand you're getting oldernyour brilliance keeps you up at night, nightnnRevolutions sleeveless martrynThe ghosts in mourning,nand we'll yell out a warningnnSo says the planet on your shouldersnyour brilliance keeps you up at night night nightnand we're getting older,nyour brilliance keeps you up at night night nightnnnight night nightnnight night nightnnight night nightnnight night nightnnand i'm getting oldernand i'm getting oldernand i'm getting oldernyeah we're getting older,nyour brilliance keeps you up at night night night