| When we lifted off the ground | |
| we lifted up a veil of hesitation | |
| and stared down on souls that crossed our line | |
| of sight, of sound, of intuition | |
| Give me wings, my careless friend | |
| Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights | |
| Sweet flower bed, lift me up and pass me round | |
| for altitude's irrelevant | |
| We sheered to left and broke to right | |
| knew not what lay there worth avoiding | |
| We made our marks, yet left no trace | |
| and were revered for what we were to them | |
| Give me wings, my careless friend | |
| Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights | |
| Sweet flower bed, lift me up and pass me round | |
| for altitude's irrelevant | |
| Kill the lights, sweet flower bed | |
| Kill the taste of my sunset | |
| Give me wings, my careless friend | |
| Help me climb the cloudless skies and kill the lights | |
| Sweet flower bed, lay me down and pass me round | |
| for altitude's bitterly irrelevant | |
| Live it intensely | |
| Drag me down with you | |
| Experience profoundly | |
| drag me down with you |