Flight of fancy, pick-up trucks. Sky of midnight-mother, son. Life gets lost and I miss those miles behind. Paths don't cross where the flamin' angel rides There she goes, a love alive, the highway
I thought we were good. But I just can't sleep at all. Three times we tried. And three times we went wrong. The first time hurt. The second a shock. I cried the third. You better hold me tight
Lime and limpid green, a second scene. A fight between the blue you once knew. Floating down, the sound resounds. Around the icy waters underground. Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania
It's me, and you, and all the things we do,. Just to go a little more, just to find a better view,. Despite of young hearts we know how it's gonna be,. We don't get for your crops cause we have our