Shooting from the hip. Slipping on an iron grip. Going further than I've ever been. Into the realms of the unseen. The fate is your enemy. Rebel against your destiny.
One million light years from home. Throwing up and feeling small. Where have I gone and landed tonight. I've been shot right to the core. Of NYC and hostility yeah.
Tripping round the town when the sun comes down. Flying with your friends with the stars alive. Tripping round the town when the sun comes down. Flying with your friends with the stars alive.