You blow the candle out, you take a shovel to my head,
Hey, I appreciate that sound,
A true tone resonating, so now I知 less alive than dead, and maybe I won稚 hang around tonight.
舛ause I知 already dying, I知 already flying,
It seems like I知 flying towards the sun,
Yes, I知 already dying, I知 already flying,
In my dreams I知 flying toward the sun.
I知 flying through the heavens: a tabernacle to the sun,
You know I壇 take you if I could,
No, I can稚 save your sorry soul; I only want to be the one to kiss your spirit from face to foot.
And I知 already dying, I知 already flying,
Seems like I知 flying towards the sun,
Yes, I知 already dying; in my dreams I知 flying,
In my dreams I知 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知 less alive than dead,
Speckled birds of prey coming down.
舛ause I知 already dying, I知 already flying,
Seems like I知 flying toward the sun,
Yes, I知 already dying, I知 already flying,
In my dreams I知 flying toward the sun,
And I知 already dying, I知 already flying,
Seems like I知 flying towards the sun,
Yes, I知 already dying; in my dreams I知 flying,
In my dreams I知 flying toward the sun.
