the breath of the morning,
i keep forgetting
the smell of the warm summer air.
i live in a town
where you cant smell a thing,
you watch your feet
for cracks in the pavement.
up above, aliens hover
making home movies for the folks back home.
of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits,
drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets.
theyre all...
uptight.
i wish that theyd swoop down, in a country lane,
late at night when im driving.
take me onboard their beautiful ship, show me the world as id love to see it.
id tell all my friends but theyd never believe me
theyd think that id finally lost it completely.
id show them the stars, and the meaning of life.
theyd shut me away, but id be alright.
alright.
im just...
uptight!