i picture us over mountain tops Over tree tops Overcarefully
steered the wheel Shall I stand up,
shall I sit with both hands behind my back
You see me through flashing lights
and lies creamy disguise later
burns a hole in my head
would like to learn how to re tire from stepping out of this
this average life
who is to say,
who is to blame that the ears,
they werent made to disobey