Outside just killing time and making noise   And outside the daylight comes, the daylight goes and weightless   Affairs that weigh less   always make no stairways just stairs, goes no where      Climbing from over stimulated states to hearing   Cold radio and licenses plates but don’t dream,   That is a dream it is what it seems   That is a dream it is what it seems      Behind every desire is another one waiting to be liberated when the first ones sated      Water skiing, the waters hot, the waters soft   You act nice, a black birthday card I threw it away   Correct life, is like eating steel or flying a plane   It’s too bright, it’s too bright      Outside just killing time and making noise   And outside the daylight comes, the daylight goes and weightless   Affairs that weigh less always make no stairways, just stairs, goes no where   Climbing from over stimulated states to hearing   Cold radio and licenses plates but don’t dream,   That is a dream it is what it seems   That is a dream it is what it seems      Why do black hats hide behind each others backs all the time?   Behind every desire is another one waiting to be liberated when the first ones sated