The earth is warm next to my ear
Insect noise is all that i hear
A magic trick makes the world disappear
The skies are dark they're dark but they're clear
A distant motorcade and suddenly theres joy
The snowing ticker-tape blurs all my senses numb
It's like the finsih line where everything just ends
The crack of rasio seems close enough to touch
Cold water cleaning my wounds
A sad parade with a single balloon
I'm done with this i'm counting to ten
Bluest seas running to them
I feel like i am watching everything from space
And in a minute i'll hear my name and i'll wake
I think the finsih line's a good place we could start
Take a deep breath take in all that you could want
