Bright white sky
Dark grey street
Way far off
Sight lines meet
Out my mind
Both my feet
Flying off the ground
Flying off the ground
Tall black church
Humble priest
Pulls me down
Checks the beast
Chaining down
What's released
Mind is far from sound
Flying off the ground
Can you help?
Hear my cry
Still I sin...
And still I die
(He said) "I can help
(But first) tell me why
(You are) Flying off the ground
Flying off the ground"
Don't know why...
Seems carnal
Deep inside
Against my will
By the time
I realize my ill
Head is unsound
Flying off the ground
Mad my mind no understanding
Force myself to stick the landing
Comprehend the thing that flang me
Flying from the ground
Mad my soul is tired of hurting
Away from lust always converting
The struggle always disconcerting
Flying off the ground