Here I am in my narrow chair
The try table is hanging upside down
The window shows a cloudless sky
I am looking at the person next to me
I can’t hear him my head is full of sound.
I am going in a forward direction
I am moving with the speed of sound
I am flying straight at you
Don’t you see
High above the ground
So try to wake me if you can
Cause the things won’t move at all
It’s real pretty and all but it just ain’t pretty real
You show me books and pictures but I cannot understand
Just stop talking and listen to me for once
I am going in a forward direction
I am moving with the speed of sound
I am flying straight at you
Don’t you see
High above the ground
If you still haven’t noticed
look again until it’s right
Pick your own answer and your own solutions to see the sun so bright
It isn’t you it isn’t me it there isn’t anything we can do
Or so you thought, perhaps you should look again
I am going in a forward direction
I am moving with the speed of sound I am ying straight at you
Don’t you see
High above the ground
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