Short sleeves and warm skin

Losing coins, calling next of kin

Dropping words about the city we're in

Ponds compressed by heavy air

Us without care just sprawling there

God's in our world

Airports and undergrounds

Waiting to find the unfound

Rising to pure insanity

Here when you want me

True love has no simplicity

God's in our world

You and I were going so high

The air is gettin' thin

Our land does not breathe in

We don't need oxygen

It's dreams that binds us and locks us in

The rest are impaled by sense

You and I were going so high

The air is gettin' thin

Our land does not breathe in

We don't need oxygen

It's dreams that binds us and locks us in

The rest are impaled by sense