I wish that I could touch the sky. Elevate me. I hope that I don't burn my eyes. As I drift free. Don't think that I can help myself. Guess it's true.
Sitting on a corner street. Children playing at my feet. See the smiles on ice cream faces. Feel myself begin to sink. As the wind blows through my skin.
Left out in the sun to dry again, washed up on a shore line south of spain. Gazing up with telescopic eyes, planetary life above the skies. Oh my god, she's my obsession, my obsession (my obsession).
Staring at Paper faces,. Expressions like empty pages,. Day after day. Waiting for the lights to change now,. Reaching for a cloud to come down,. And cover me.