Leave our bodies on the ground
Use them as anchors
No one will know the difference
Let's suppose Hollywood is a mountain lion
Then we're goats to the slaughter
Box office martyr
Sticks and stones are perfect for a fire
Let's stop throwing them in
Illuminate the skies above our heads
They use the stars to count to the end
If we can't see them
Take a deep breath, the air is thinning
Everything is falling
In and out the sun moves us
And soon we'll dance like our lives depend on it
Reel us in, my eyes dilate from the movement
Let's illuminate the skies above our heads
Reel us in, my eyes dilate from the movement
We spin disorienting my body as well