Short sleeves and warm skin   Losing coins, calling next of kin   Dropping words about the city we're in   Ponds compressed by heavy air   Us without care just sprawling there   God's in our world      Airports and undergrounds   Waiting to find the unfound   Rising to pure insanity   Here when you want me   True love has no simplicity   God's in our world      You and I were going so high   The air is gettin' thin   Our land does not breathe in   We don't need oxygen   It's dreams that binds us and locks us in   The rest are impaled by sense      You and I were going so high   The air is gettin' thin   Our land does not breathe in   We don't need oxygen   It's dreams that binds us and locks us in   The rest are impaled by sense