Innocent in a sense
Still alive, rent to rent
Softly closer than before
It's ticking on your nose
A thought like that, I'd never suppose
I don't think like that
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
All this time
At half gas
Feather flies
But not so fast
Oh, he's gone too far
Oh, he's gone now
The look on its face has you petrified
So many choices you're terrified
When will you learn to be anything but terrified?
Saw the sights, now your sad
Saw them twice (and it's) not so bad
Further thinking I cawed
Swear to God I had it all
Lost is there to recall
All these words ain't sense