when it strikes you feel no pain i'm just satisfied trying to recreate when we laughed last i hold the sign them wooden boards of neon paint read, "happy not the fastest" gotta walk with it
half alien half angel flying with one wing or maybe a stranger with his face to the sky
every plane that draws a white line is a confirmation every seed grows its own vines it cannot stand still
face to the sky forget our whole selves later face to the sky
when it strikes you feel no pain i'm just satisfied trying to recreate when we laughed last i hold the sign them wooden boards of neaon paint read, "happy not the fastest" gotta walk with it
when it strikes you feel no pain i'm just satisfied trying to recreate when we laughed last