Island hopping, life never stopping to draw a breath.
Racing through the lace of the sky, clouds shout, Hi, I don't hear them, only slowing when the light goes green, which is the witch in me being awkward.
Backflow, forward in slow mo', side, headlong dancing I don't know where this island hop will take me or if I will go, just a crazy guy getting it on with his mojo.
Life, the last train to the last pain you will ever feel, dance slow and make it last.