Shapes and colors, father mother on this fantasy And I'm chasin' yes I race into a hazy dream I lived so long ago inside just like a time machine And in the future you will use your magic hyper beam
We fall apart and get put back together Our heads go floating past We'll make this start for the And to forever If they don't make it back
It's something underrated Treated like a chore Often been debated Too many times before
Too many times we come intoxicated I think I'll go to sleep Drink til the morning comes Wake when the day's begun I pray my soul to keep
It's something underrated Treated like a chore Often been debated
Shapes and colors, father mother on this fantasy And I'm chasin' yes I race into a hazy dream I lived so long ago inside just like a time machine And in the future you will use your magic hyper beam
It's something underrated Treated like a chore Often been debated Too many times before
