Airports and undergrounds
Waiting to find the unfound
Rising to pure insanity
Here when you want me
True love has no simplicity
Gods in our world
You and I were going so high
The air is getting thin
Our land does not breathe in
We don't need oxygen
It's dreams that bind us and locked us in
The rest are impaled by sense
You and I were going so high
The air is getting thin
Our land does not breathe in
We don't need oxygen
It's dreams that bind us and locked us in
The rest are impaled by sense