Theirs no point in me saying this
But what s the deal with that
Theirs more in this mirror
Than just my reflection an myself
Oxygen bubbles and mysterious creatures
Just a few of the things that come to me
When I fall from this canyon
And I only see a few things
(Before being lifted to my abode above)

Gone with time and * clouds that fail *
Being messed up in daylight
* Glass bottles over my head *
Dead cheap to fix when you re not even alive

I must be loosing it cuz that s not the sky
No point in being so blind
When you re in landscape conditions
Many more from where that comes from
Just think about jumping from a canyon
And I want to see a few things
(Before being lifted to my abode above)

* This life is a steak*
* And this life aint grand*
* leave me kisses on my cheek when I sleep*