|
|
The earth is warm next to my ear
|
Insects noise is all that I hear
|
A magic trick makes the world disappear
|
The skies are dark, they're dark but they're clear
|
|
A distant motorcade and suddenly there's joy
|
The snow and tickertape blurs all my senses numb
|
It's like the finish line where everything just ends
|
The crack of radios seems close enough to touch
|
|
Cold water, cleaning my wounds
|
A side parade, with a single balloon
|
I'm done with this, I'm counting to ten
|
Blue as seas, running to them
|
|
I feel like I am watching everything from space
|
And in a minute I hear my name and I wake
|
I think the finish line's a good place we could start
|
| Take a deep breath, take in all that you could want |