With wide eyes look at the sky
In the middle of the night
Such dark, as one's heart and mind
Little do I know there are a few stars
And I've got a roll of grass on my mouth
I'm exhaling smoke
Smelling like a skunk
I wanna leave, I wanna fly
Communicate, but it's only the signs, that you leave behind
Always there but never clear, clustered on the mind of passerby's
Rocketeers
Telescopes
Incorrect
Orbs of glass to
Orbs of tissue
Warped and wild
Like what within you
I wanna leave, I wanna fly
Now, I'm lost immerse
On fantasies, as ashes fall
Little do I know
There's a storm coming, from outer space, voices
Conspiring
To make me leave
In the most coward way (most coward way)
They make me wanna leave
In the most coward way (by my own hand)
I wanna leave, I wanna fly