There he was, alone but okay
We should pack our things and run away
Sink slowly now, take flight
Let silence take this empty light
Wanting higher
Wanting higher
Wanting higher
Until the moon forces us to climb back down
and rushing, running for the shore
( FM7 )
With a harsh and unpleasant hello
The paranoia birds live with although
All my white only turns to blue
Look after me, look after you