You blow the candle out, you take a shovel to my head,
Hey, I appreciate that sound,
A true tone resonating, so now I'm less alive than dead, and maybe I won't hang around tonight.
'Cause I'm already dying, I'm already flying,
It seems like I'm flying towards the sun,
Yes, I'm already dying, I'm already flying,
In my dreams I'm flying toward the sun.
I'm flying through the heavens: a tabernacle to the sun,
You know I'd take you if I could,
No, I can't save your sorry soul; I only want to be the one to kiss your spirit form face to foot.
And I'm already dying, I'm already flying,
Seems like I'm flying towards the sun,
Yes, I'm already dying; in my dreams I'm flying,
In my dreams I'm flying toward the sun.
You put the fire out, you take a shovel to my head,
Hey, I appreciate that sound,
A true tone resonating, so now I'm less alive than dead,
Speckled birds of prey coming down.
'Cause I'm already dying, I'm already flying,
Seems like I'm flying toward the sun,
Yes, I'm already dying, I'm already flying,
In my dreams I'm flying toward the sun,
And I'm already dying, I'm already flying,
Seems like I'm flying towards the sun,
Yes, I'm already dying; in my dreams I'm flying,
In my dreams I'm flying toward the sun.
