oxygen

Short sleeves and warm skin Losing coins calling next of kin Dropping words about the city were in Ponds compressed by heavy air Us without care just sprawling there gods in our world Airports and undergrounds waiting to find the unpound Rising to pure insanity here when you want me true love Has no simplicity gods in our world You and I were going so high The air is getting thin But our land does not breathe in And we dont need oxygen Its dreams that bind us and locks us in The rest are impaled by sense You and I were going so high The air is getting thin But our land does not breathe in And we dont need oxygen Its dreams that bind us and locks us in The rest are impaled by sense