Lyrics
War torn forlorn mental capacity
Gal got the place of the skull it's tryin' kill me
Man's mind's full of landmines
Trying to ride through thought pattern: lust, drugs, green
And some lies too
It's a way to get all these things behind you
Never tiptoe around the minefield
Try to dwell in the place where the Holy Ghost hides you
Psalms 91 repeating back like a drive through
Hopeless - I wish I'd come home you, with you, so high
So this - blue sky I run to, run to, so high
Hopeless - I wish I'd come home you, come home to you, so high
So this - blue sky I run to, run to, sometimes
Focus - too much sunshine sunburn you and me
You ain't gotta fly so high (fly so, fly so)
You ain't gotta drive so high (fly so, fly so, fly so high)