"Sell me, sell you" the porpoise said
The sky was made of amethyst and all the stars were just like little fish
Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I want it to
You know all the right people, you play all the right games
Breaking out of school and we were kicking hard, a lot of good dreams and a lot of false starts
All I want to do is to fly away with you
Show me the way, never obey. Give me black clouds on a summer day
All the difference in the world is just a call away, and I'm waiting by the phone.
This is my brutality, the demon in your dreams
Starlings brighten, phantoms pale. Underneath a storm