Running with the reindeer
Dancing in a funhouse mirror
High in a spaceship
Fueled by the absinthe
Socrates, Plato
What did they know?
Fortune teller
I will cast a spell on her
Can we ever, will we ever get there?
We're waiting on a horizon for ships to come in
Give us something to believe in again
Somethings pulsing through me
Like electricity
Constantly we are seeking agony
And ecstasy
Covert mission
Praying wishing
Running wild
Gunning down my childhood fears
Can we ever, will we ever get there?
We're waiting on a horizon for ships to come in
Give us something to believe in again