I knew you were made from the stars Out of this the world but rightfully ours The cocaine was a merry go round We searched in the now But were lost in the found And we made a whole home in the sand and
I made the bed in the flowers Shrouded the sourest death of the hour The oceans were the killing machines Living our lives in most lucid of dreams When I woke I choked on the sand and
Soon we will fall from the sky For reasons unknown to the I (know)
