Centurion

I'm flying

On my Roman commander

Cutting air cuts my face

And whose skin is this?

And whose neighbourhood?

Where's my ma?

Where are my sisters?

Where's my pa?

Where's my baby?

I'm flying

On my Roman commander

Just like that night when we snuck out

And lay by the creek so sweet for hours

For hours in poison ivy

Now I've got that itch

I've got it back

And it, and it feels

It feels so good to burn it

In scalding water

Or with reckless cycling

I'm flying

I'm flying

To see you