Skye. . Hey, music man just play something cool. We love the sunshine to dance by the pool. Down with the crew known to pump up the bass. We rock the joint at a cool steady pace.
I love my make believer. Take me on a trip. From fantasy to fever. . Flying high in your starry eyes. Oh I'm never coming down. In a blink I'm hypnotized.
You got a rocket in your pocket. Why can you just let me be. Have you no eyes in your sockets. Or are you just pleased to see me. As you all know. You better take care.
Locked in a cage. By yourself. Downtrodden rage. Breeds poor health. . Make an excuse. Then duck out. It's self-induced. Knuckle down. . Try to get up.
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When the tower tumbled. We began anew. Had no time for warning. Only déjà vu. . It comes flashing back. Then just fades to black. All gone. . All the land rejoices.
Who can you trust when you need to?. Why do we rust when we heed you?. Crashin' back down to earth I've found. We can love. . Oh, let me see. All of the places that I can be.
I've had enough of all this tension. Don't you know I'm worried sick. Now i'm in the right dimension. No escape route does the trick. . I hear my heart is on rotation.
Who can you trust when you need to?. Why do we rust when we heed you?. Crashing back down to earth I've found. We can love. . Oh, let me see. All of the places that I can be.
Time wasted. Looking out something that never was to be. Other loves that we've taken. Knowing all along. That it could've been you and me. . It could've been us, all along.
Poison or medicine. Black snake has shed its skin. Coiled up, let me in. Speak in tongues, I'm in a spin. Sacred space, hiding place, serpent face. I'll handle you, handle you.
Howling, how long?. Sounding, so calm. Pounding, so strong. Foundin', so wrong. . Howling. (Howling). How long?. (How long?). . Strolling, so long. Lollin', some song.
Questions you never answered. Glances you'll always miss. Too ready to push and pamper. You just took the glory. . You thought you stole my thunder. I had to snatch it back.
Skye. . Roll out the fat red carpet. So I can walk. Hook up those microphones. So I can talk. Can be the mayor of the city. And clean up all of this mess.
Close the door. Turn the light off. Switch your mind off. Make it right for me. Pull the blind door. Try to wind down. Take the liberty. . And then you'll see.
I heard I lost it. On the grapevine. I must admit. I had a great time. There are words for people like me. But I don't think there's very many. . I've gained the world then lost my soul.
And so the end begins. As thunder rumbles in. I just start to gain sense. Fat chances now seem slim. . Get along. Get acquainted. Get along. Demonstrated.
Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Maybe you're right. . Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Maybe you're right. . When the party's over. You got no way to go. When the party's over. You got no way to go.
Skye:. Locked in a cell for your very last breath. How can it be that,. This is your death. Something is stirring, way underneath. As people ignite the last burning wreath.
I must excuse myself. 'Cause I can't keep telling myself. That I should've been someone else. In a world of distraction. Something holding me back from what.