Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I
chase with these dreams I inflate painted skies in my
brain every day I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape
This old world
This old world
Somedays I lie wide awake till the sun hits my
face and I fade elevate from the earth far
away to a place where I’m free from the weight
This old world
This old world
I don’t trust anything
Or anyone
Below the sun
I don’t feel anything
At all
I’m King of the clouds
Of the clouds
I get lifted
I get lifted
King of the clouds
Of the clouds
I get lifted
I get lifted
Some only live to die I’m alive to fly higher than
Angels in outfields inside of my mind I’m
Ascending these ladders i’m climbin’ say goodbye
This old world
This old world
And when
I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the
Backbone of night I’m combustible dust in the
Fire when I can’t sleep a wink I’m too tired
This old world
This old world
I don’t trust anything
Or anyone
Below the sun
I don’t feel anything
At all
I’m King of the clouds
Of the clouds
I get lifted
I get lifted
King of the clouds
Of the clouds
I get lifted
I get lifted
Imagination
Take me somewhere I
Don’t know
I’m lost
But I better find it
alone
I keep searching
compositores: Alexander Kresovich, Brendon Boyd Urie, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Samuel Hollander, Suzy Shinn
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