It's funny how the distant sky seems so much closer to my eye
Waiting for the morning sun, who am I am what will I become?
It sounds dramatic when it's said out loud
The sun moves slow as we're watching it go down
In the distance I see you wave hey
Head in the sand
Smoke in your eyes
When you breathe do you feel alive?
Sometimes I wonder this myself
Take a bigger breath and get off the couch