Is this paradise that I see?
Red in the flowers rubbish underneath
Is this pair of eyes that I see?
Head in the clouds soil under feet
People still scared of going outside
Breathe in breathe
Nice to see you so angry
Pacified people sucking dummies
Suicide slowly
Can I buy you a drink, to pour on the fire?
We're still alive (I think)
If you count your losses, would you call that a profit?
Picking soil from your hair
Place your head on my chest, where the cross is
This is the wild west, and you're wanted
We'll never reach the finish line
ILOVEYOU, good luck
Look at all these people
Running out of time, looking for a sequel
Tele Hill Climbers
5' 3 but you a giant
I'll rest on your shoulders, hitch hiker
So good naked, who designed her?
Is this paradise that I see?
Red in the flowers rubbish underneath
Is this pair of eyes that I see?
Head in the clouds soil under feet
Is this paralysed that I see?
Said it was ours now we pack and we leave
