i would like to benefit from some artificial respiration

because i think they might have been lying when they said that we couldn't breathe way high up in the stratosphere

the air might be kind of thin here but i'm used to running on a little so i think i can handle this for a little bit longer

i think our lives fill empty spaces and in doing that become purposeful because we were something we are something we can be something

i'd like to bring light to your veins so something brighter than that could flow through you and we could fly way high up above any ambient light and whisper things to eachother for no one else to hear

we're all in a circus and i'm certain of it, all of it, every last drop of it

i'd like artificial respiration to wake up my tired soul because it sounded poetic at the time

this could be our last chance don't forget to bring your toothbrush cause maybe we could get out of here tonight just be quiet and remember that the third stair always creaks

wires are tangled like my thoughts were and are and aren't and might be again but i certainly hope they shan't be

when i was younger i dreamed of being an astronaut

theres a painting on my wall that i always used to dream about. theres an old man in a boat in the middle of a green blue sea and he's looking far away at something that he's never ever going to see again and behind him theres an angel holding a plum

the funny thing is that one day you're going to wake up and you're going to be me

and on that fateful morning maybe just maybe it will all make a little more sense