No credit cards no shooting stars Just living hell in a wishing well Float on broken shells No waving flags, just bags of sand All credit cards count shooting stars I'm a field of flowers I am the dirt below Just let go No credit cards no shooting stars Just living hell in a wishing well Float on broken shells No waving flags, just bags of sand All credit cards count shooting stars And buried hearts (A field & feels) I'm a field of flowers I am the dirt below Weightlessness describes a certain energy Holding on is just a way of killing time Just let go A field & feels (You wanna kill it)