Our eyes spend more time as one than we do.
All I know is the day.
All I see is the light.
Please just feed me ether and breathe your fire down my throat to save me from my ever-martyred heart.
Covers and sheets are my escape.
But I hear you call my name from walls.
You look so good in shades of grey.
I'll sport your memory around my wrist.
This will be my rediscovery.
This will be my revelation.
This will be my revolution.
You've got to strike while the iron's hot to the touch.
I'll tighten my belt.
Bite my toungue.
Rise to where the air is rare.
So watch as my planes fill the sky tonight cause "where we're going we don't need roads."