X-ing ahead
Moving towards the western tower
And all over white, grey inside our heads
Aluminum bird flew across, our luminous minds…
337, 306, 5.8 the odds we meet
Dakota is blinking left and slips right back with a wide circle
She's climbing up a tree hill park
Chasing through the family shop
Oh...
Oh…
Oh...
And I let down, let down…
And we reach
Higher… Ground!
And we reach
Higher…Ground! Soon
And we reach
Higher… Ground! Soon
And we reach
Higher… Ground! Soon
All along the background tunes
And smoke come out from the brain…
Smoke come out from the brain
(I don’t know it…)
Smoke come out from the brain
(I don't know it…)
Smoke come out from the brain
(I don't know it…)
Smoke come out from the brain
Smoke come out…