“You can’t reach me babe,
I’m at the horizon,
All you’ll see now
is the drowning of the rising sun,
for it was no fun
when you shot me with the gun”.
Yeah, we were high
and my babe could almost fly,
But she didn’t know I would die,
That I was just another bleeding guy.
She made me bleed
to know if I was alive,
She just did a deed
that helped me no longer survive.
I lay down high, still high,
bid my last goodbye,
to the one who made me die.
Now I can fly
though I’m not high,
finally at the pearly gate
waiting to hear my fate,
A tap on my shoulder from behind
and I hear,
“I’m sorry I shot you”,
Without doubt nor wonder,
I replied,
“it’s ok babe, I still love you.”