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