I laugh while we are having fun too high in the sky.
Brown eyes looking straight ahead, the moment of time we have forgotten who we are.
Taking the strings, pulling the sweater undone.
Pumping the iron for the days to be ahead,
up and away we are living forever with the time that we have left.
Dreams of the real world come crashing down,
good times rolling out and we are the misfits in the Loop of this city.
The water is the landing mark as the sunset rises above the buildings so high.
Landing on our bodies, the snow outside makes the water feel warm on my pale skin.
Everyday we search and seek for that crazy night, but tomorrow the music will play as we are loosing it all to a good man at your house.
Under the bridge the water has a steady flow, we can see it now but the sound is overpowering our falling dreams.
Self-conscious in a mistreated world.
The wheels we run in circles on have taken off and we are away for now.