Lyrics to Jetsetting
Hot stones, we skip town. from the heart a sigh end pound.
The illusion is these falls are safety.
"carried our lives this far what could it hurt?"
its well rehearsed.
(We slid outside the prison yard and vanished.)
As the chain gang sighs, and our hand work slow
I am the unwelcomed tourist, but this is no vacation.
It's a vacant cell.
To the company of clouds. On a jet miles from the ground.
no jet-setter only a notion and a name.
(to keep good intentions intact i must dismantle the crowd)
Can you never look back?
So these times, these days we just laugh.
Just as birds on a wire, laugh at the sun.
It's where we are.
These windows look down and it blurs these simple towns.
Oblivious to all my leaving.
into the mouth of an open sky we go.
"Are you leaving too?"
This far now i'm out. In the sun that we chased down
into the arms of the Pacific.
jets to the ground, they wont get us now.
it what we do, to make a new.
(I held you once but i fled the Atlantic."
As the chain gang sighs, and our hand work slow
I am the unwelcomed tourist, but this is no vacation.
It's a vacant cell.
To the company of clouds. On a jet miles from the ground.
no jet-setter only a notion and a name.
(to keep good intentions intact i must dismantle the crowd)
Can you never look back?
So these times, these days we just laugh.
Just as birds on a wire, laugh at the sun.
It's where we are.
I don't intend to make a life of this.
It wasn't my request.
I don't intend to make a life of this, but i did what i had to.
The illusion is these falls are safety.
"carried our lives this far what could it hurt?"
its well rehearsed.
(We slid outside the prison yard and vanished.)
As the chain gang sighs, and our hand work slow
I am the unwelcomed tourist, but this is no vacation.
It's a vacant cell.
To the company of clouds. On a jet miles from the ground.
no jet-setter only a notion and a name.
(to keep good intentions intact i must dismantle the crowd)
Can you never look back?
So these times, these days we just laugh.
Just as birds on a wire, laugh at the sun.
It's where we are.
These windows look down and it blurs these simple towns.
Oblivious to all my leaving.
into the mouth of an open sky we go.
"Are you leaving too?"
This far now i'm out. In the sun that we chased down
into the arms of the Pacific.
jets to the ground, they wont get us now.
it what we do, to make a new.
(I held you once but i fled the Atlantic."
As the chain gang sighs, and our hand work slow
I am the unwelcomed tourist, but this is no vacation.
It's a vacant cell.
To the company of clouds. On a jet miles from the ground.
no jet-setter only a notion and a name.
(to keep good intentions intact i must dismantle the crowd)
Can you never look back?
So these times, these days we just laugh.
Just as birds on a wire, laugh at the sun.
It's where we are.
I don't intend to make a life of this.
It wasn't my request.
I don't intend to make a life of this, but i did what i had to.
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