X-ing ahead

Moving towards the western tower

And all over white, grey inside our heads

Aluminum bird flew across, our luminous minds…

337, 306, 5.8 the odds we meet

Dakota is blinking left and slips right back with a wide circle

She's climbing up a tree hill park

Chasing through the family shop

Oh...

Oh…

Oh...

And I let down, let down…

And we reach

Higher… Ground!

And we reach

Higher…Ground! Soon

And we reach

Higher… Ground! Soon

And we reach

Higher… Ground! Soon

All along the background tunes

And smoke come out from the brain…

Smoke come out from the brain

(I don’t know it…)

Smoke come out from the brain

(I don't know it…)

Smoke come out from the brain

(I don't know it…)

Smoke come out from the brain

Smoke come out…