If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today. And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air. If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today. And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air.
I look into your eyes. Diving into the ocean. I look into your eyes. Falling!. . Like a wall of stars. We are ripe to fall. . I look into your eyes. Diving into the ocean.
Like a moth she moves to the red light. Her blood warms and boils there. She skims the sweat like a new milk. And pops the buttons off her wet blouse.
We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world. We just had to keep walking. And we became the stories, we became the places. We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds.