even skies away we cannot flee
but that's pretty hard to see
i want to cry all the time but my eyes finally have gone dry
and it's starting to lie, since i'm the guy, and we're the sky

how can thunderstorms look so pretty
the flashing lights just wont agree
how can i be so loving to something that could make me die
it's ******* up our minds, but you can't fly, at least you tried