Julia looks out her window

The clouds are so quick to follow

She tries to grasp a point in time

But the hours slip through her fingers

Julia looks out her window

And I slip trough her fingers

She tries to hide behind black dyed hair

But I can see him

I can see

How do you make your mind

Over the good choice I make

The bad

I take that pie in the Sky

Reality is over qualified

Reality is far too over prized

Julia looks out his window

And I slept through his fingers

He hides behind well crafted lies

They're so good I can bеlieve them with my еyes

I lost my mind

Between a good choice

And a good tale

I take that pie in the Sky

Reality is overrated , I

Take that pie in the Sky

Julia, all a lie?

Paradise, a disguise?

Julia, disarray

Take Away