I can be wrong, I can be wrong but something lies   the astral skies, can't get these pictures off my mind   smoking sunshine, can't get my feet back on the ground   the astral skies, they keep me rolling ... rolling high      I can be right, I can be right but something lies   the astral skies, can't get these pictures off my mind   smoking sunshine, can't get my feet back on the ground   the astral skies, they keep me rolling ... rolling high      they keep me rolling high      like if I smoked a million, we have got a mountain full of   speed   we take another one for his millions, we have got a forest   full of weed   we're smoking anything we can do, we're breathing sound into   the sky   we keep them rolling high      but that's why I keep falling   because I never thought these pictures in broken glass   could ever come again ...And now I burn      I wanna give it to you huney