Thought I could hide it
But the bloodstains on the bedsheets
Are a dead giveaway
Pale blue, grinning
On a straight roll
Winning streak
Coming back onto glorious days
And cynicism, flying kites
Don't think I'll take off
Leave the sheerness to celebrations
Thought I could make it
But the smile on my teeth
Isn't letting me
Cloudy, swimming
On another plain
Gone again
Coming back onto glorious days
And cynicism, flying kites
Don't think I'll take off
Leave the sheerness to celebrations
I don't think I'm ready man
I don't think I'm ready