Sunny diamonds yeah yeah
Italian g-old
Mediterranean waters
These images a-re sold
French beauties but-a-bup-bup-bup
Cr-isp wine
Chinese sun is rising
Images of time time time, time
~Chorus~
I’m just trying try
Maybe someday I could fly
Looking down at the cold cold city
The calm cool skies
And the birds are humming their rhymes
And the creeps are planning their crimes
The graffiti walls, standing tall
And the church is waitin’ for God’s big sign
And the waxed up streets are skated on
Everyone’s crying their newest song
My eye lens is, spit on
Waitin’ for the fire to burn
Light us up
Light us up
Wherever you are
Gasoline and matches
Lost my cloud
My clear heaven st-ars
Burns, bruises
Scratches
~Chorus~
Maybe someday as I walk through the fog and trees
I’ll continue to fight
There they stand
With open arms
Guiding me t’w-ards the perfect light
Guiding me t’w-ards the perfect light
Guiding me t’w-ards the perfect light
