| If it were colors and shapes we imagine every
|
| Instead of all of this weight that we have to carry
|
| Would you be able to breathe?
|
| And if you could just find where that comfort resides
|
| No distraction or movement that fucks with your mind
|
| Would you let them see?
|
| While beneath the ocean I met with the captain
|
| Who sank to the floor on his ship
|
| All of his passengers escaped to safety
|
| But he was not done with his trip
|
| He looked up and smiled, asked me «how do you do?»
|
| I told him I’m losing my grip
|
| He told me «son, if you want to hold onto yourself
|
| Then let yourself slip»
|
| Fall
|
| Ooh
|
| Fall
|
| Oh
|
| Fall
|
| Oh, it feels good to fall
|
| These puzzles are so hard to make into pictures
|
| Of something that’ll they understand
|
| They could open their eyes, still be blind to the beauty
|
| But march on the heart of this land
|
| Oh oh, why don’t you turn around and go home?
|
| They invade your minds and then fill them with nonsense
|
| These things that a man doesn’t need
|
| Take out the love and the passion and hope
|
| And they fill it with nothing but greed
|
| While floating to galaxies they said I could
|
| And I noticed how sad one can get
|
| Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful I find
|
| I can’t understand nothing no more
|
| If I jump let me fall
|
| If I jump let me fall |