I knew you were made from the stars
Out of this the world but rightfully ours
The cocaine was a merry go round
We searched in the now
But were lost in the found
And we made a whole home in the sand and

I made the bed in the flowers
Shrouded the sourest death of the hour
The oceans were the killing machines
Living our lives in most lucid of dreams
When I woke I choked on the sand and

Soon we will fall from the sky
For reasons unknown to the I (know)