Up from the Skies

I just want to talk to you

I won't uh, do you no harm

I just want to know about your different lives

On this here people farm

I heard some of you got your families

Living in cages, tall and cold

And some just stay there and, dust away

Past the age of old

Is this true?

Please let me talk to you

I just want to know about

The rooms behind your minds

Do I see a vacuum there

Or am I going blind?

Or is it just uh, remains from vibrations

And echoes long ago

Things like "Love the World"

And uh, "Let your fancy Flow"

Is this true?

Please let me talk to you

Let me talk to you

I have lived here before, the days of ice

And of course this is why I'm so concerned

And I come back to find the stars misplaced

And the smell of a world that has burned

A smell of the world that has burned

Yeah well, maybe

Maybe it's just a change of climate

I can dig it

I can dig it baby, I just want to see

So where do I purchase my ticket?

I would just like to have a ringside seat

I want to know about the new Mother Earth

I want to hear and see everything

I want to hear and see everything

I want to hear and see everything

Aw, shucks

If my daddy could see me now

Everything, everything

Everything, everything