Cruising down the stratosphere, found a friend who understands.
So lower your stares and slither down.
I`ve been tired and this could be fun, this could be fun.
Back inside and keeping near the blank,
fake trees, and they don`t breathe.
But neither do you, so let`s go inside
and find a room and get real weird, and get real weird.
And I could feel you slipping away,
and I could know that you were away.
I could know my arms and legs,
but I`ve been why, are you leaving now?
Are you leaving now?