Lately I've been sleeping late on floors
Because it makes me feel like
I'm somewhere really different.

Like I'm waiting for a taxi to take me to an airport,
then I'll get on a plane without a second thought in my brain
before the sun has properly risen,

while there is still rain on the grass.
I'm just as confused as when I was a small boy
how does the plane stay in the air?

It's not god, it's only physics.
And you were surely planned out by pencil lines and blueprints,
Your veins traced with a marker and my eyes closed just by distance.

If your eyes were lakes, then tonight we'll do nothing,
I will just swim in their murky blue and green.