The sky seems full. When you're in the cradle. The rain will fall. And wash your dreams. Stars are stars. And they shine so hard. . Now you spit out the sky.
Swung from a chandelier. My planet sweet on a silver salver. Bailed out my worst fears. 'Cause man has to be his own savior. Blind sailors. Imprisoned jailers.
We sat all night around a table. Trying to string three words together. Time has come and. . By the way, mine's a double. By the way, mine's a double.