Lately I feel like a satellite that went to bed
Rocket down and hit the ground, in this debris tuck myself in
Find a new dream in my crown and rip it out and wonder why
Told me twice to live I have to visualize
I get the feeling that the dream is all you do
I keep appealing until mine become the truth
Crack up the ceiling and the light might touch you too
But don’t expect to be the type I see right through
I would like to ride a flightless bird over the plain
Maybe if I got the speed I could get away from everything
Find a secret in my mouth and spit it out and start again
Perfect terms, alluring words, I’m starving
I get the feeling that the dream is all you do
I keep appealing until mine become the truth
Crack up the ceiling and the light might touch you too
But don’t expect to be the type I see right through
Kick off the covers and be what you love to do
Keep up the seeming and you might become that too
Crack up the ceiling and the light might touch you too
But don’t expect to be the type I see right through
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