Oxygen

short sleeves and warm skin
 losing coins calling next of kin
 dropping words about the city we're in
 ponds compressed by heavy air
 us without care just sprawling there
 god's in our world
 airports and undergrounds
 waiting to find the unfound
 rising to pure insanity
 here when you want me true love
 has no simplicity
 god's in our world
 you and i
 we're going so high
 the air is getting thin
 but our land does not breathe in
 we don't need oxygen
 it's dreams that binds us and locks us in
 the rest are impaled by sense
 [solo]
 you and i
 we're going so high
 the air is getting thin
 but our land could not breathe in
 we don't need oxygen
 it's dreams that binds us and locks us in
 the rest are impaled by sense