Hey darlin’, you make my soul feel like flying to the outer depths of the solar system, so that I may float effortlessly between time and dimension and truly feel alive.
Float here next to me, share this space with me.
There’s an asteroid river spiraling over our heads; swirling video game galaxies, and marshmallow-flavored stars.
They can’t tell us what to believe in anymore and they can’t make me substitute practicality for dreaming.
They can’t tell us what to believe in anymore.
We’re burning this city tonight, and we’re using your limits as fuel.