like a hot air balloon, powered by fire my life, is powered by my wire it gets too short and i go pop it gets too long and i just stop
you wanna know about the scars on my shoulder they were caused by a compass yeah, the one you draw maths with i couldn't help it - i was crying too much it was the only way the pain would stop
i can imagine a life without all the people without all the egos i think its somewhere i should live but where would we go where would we go