short sleeves and warm skin
losing coins calling next of kin
dropping words about the city we`re in
ponds compressed by heavy air
us without care just sprawling there
god`s in our world
airports and undergrounds
waiting to find the unfound
rising to pure insanity
here when you want me true love
has no simplicity
god`s in our world
you and i
we`re going so high
the air is getting thin
but our land does not breathe in
we don`t need oxygen
it`s dreams that binds us and locks us in
the rest are impaled by sense
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you and i
we`re going so high
the air is getting thin
but our land could not breathe in
we don`t need oxygen
it`s dreams that binds us and locks us in
the rest are impaled by sense Send " Oxygen" Ringtone to your Cell