Inside our walls the great wild ball is turning,
Freed from touch, replacing love with learning.

We go down, don't know how,
Everybody's surfing now.

On the screen the lovers dreams are burning,
Two stars crossed, electric loss and yearning.

Sight and sound, the king is crowned,
Everybody's surfing now.

Press the flesh,
The soul against your finger tips,
Through the wire your desire to crawl inside, (what a very tangled web we're weaving)
And tie to it, by the light of it,
You go down.

Caught in the net, the heart and head are squirming,
Sons and daughters 'neath dark waters, churning.

Sinking down, they might drown,
'Cause everybody's surfing now
Everybody's surfing now,
Everybody's surfing now,
Everybody's surfing now.