Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all.
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling,
And now the red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall,
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling,
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall,
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust,
Just think happy thoughts and we'll fly home.
We'll fly home.
You and I,
We'll fly home.
C'mon.
Well now I'm back in the middle of the day that starts it all.
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling,
And now the red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall,
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling now.
We'll fly home.
You and I,
We'll fly home.
Now honestly, that's what I said to her.
What I said to her.
