Won herself a pass to some far off moon. It was second class but what's to lose. And looking out her window she could more than assume. That you can't see air or time.
Well all's not well. But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice. You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia. But your feet will still float like Christ's. And I'll be damned.
You were laying on the carpet. Like you're satin in a coffin.. You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?". Yeah right now, but not that often.. . Are you dead or are you sleepin'?.