Salute (feat. Quills)

Sometimes we drive by We fly by We never halt Open fields and dark skies we might turn around Yeah we turn around Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) Yeah we turn around Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) Yeah we turn around Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) Yeah we turn around Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) I'm a professional A pro at feeling blue In search for pain I search within My life is nice I like it a lot Sometimes I don't But it shall pass I drink too fast Cause time goes past I wanna seize And make it last An hourglass I turn around To watch it slide You feel so sad I wanna promise nothing matters at the end of the night It'll be alright cause I know that it might Disasters happen but strength is the fight And fights you liked a wrestling king A boy a man and things in between An ounce of herb and flowers in spring Hung with a chemist Steven So fascinated by him Didn't like to drink but you loved to spit You still make me laugh as I recall the bits Over and over again in my head Again in my head You my friend Special human being What a long strange trip it's been Sometimes we drive by We fly by We never halt Open fields and dark skies we might turn around Yeah we turn around Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) Yeah we turn around Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) We all try to be masters It slips from our grasp It's unattainable The same will go For those who insist The mask fits We're all bastards Left alone when the pain grips Aim to detach it No guiding light For that time of night When we burn out like ashes Just a passage Passengers In a vessel that will always crash We're just passing by Seems asinine When we think we can change it's path Nowhere to hide When Father Time Comes back to collect his tax We're just passing by Don't let it pass you by Life travels like light in a flash They say once a man, twice a child Seems future gives way to the past But for that child never had no chance To become no man we raise our glasses Tiny dancers in the sky Light particles, gases Molecules broken down As the follicle advances For our people who have learned That certain truths are absolute And the loved ones they have lost... Salute