Uneasy is this soul that breathes  This stale air is probably killing me  No wind has stirred these trees since I don't know when  I hope I fly before I'm in the dirt    Oh God lay your hands upon me  Oh help me believe in something more than here    Desparate arms in desparate need  for something, for anything  for a spaceship to come down and blow us all away  I hope I fly before I'm in the dirt     Oh God lay your hands upon me  Oh help me believe in something more  Oh help me believe in something more  So I can feel