You are psycho Out of your mind
Your brain is floating off the ground
You keep on searching All the time
But words are falling From the line
Your face again of million shapes is saying
Go see and turn the lights that cross my feelings
Above your head millions of years are saying
Come on again and cross the winds of dreaming
We've been broken all of our lives
Riding oceans through the walls
Our brains are fated from the start
To search the trails of senselessness
Your face again of million shapes is saying
Go see and turn the lights that cross my feelings
Above your head millions of years are saying
Come on again and cross the winds of dreaming
Until we are gone
Until we are gone
Until we are gone
Until we are gone