Shapes and colors, father mother on this fantasy
And I'm chasin' yes I race into a hazy dream
I lived so long ago inside just like a time machine

And in the future you will use your magic hyper beam

We fall apart and get put back together

Our heads go floating past
We'll make this start for the
And to forever

If they don't make it back

It's something underrated

Treated like a chore
Often been debated
Too many times before


Too many times we come intoxicated
I think I'll go to sleep

Drink til the morning comes
Wake when the day's begun
I pray my soul to keep


It's something underrated
Treated like a chore

Often been debated

Shapes and colors, father mother on this fantasy

And I'm chasin' yes I race into a hazy dream
I lived so long ago inside just like a time machine
And in the future you will use your magic hyper beam


It's something underrated
Treated like a chore

Often been debated
Too many times before