You're on your back   Deciphering the clouds   I am the one like an airplane   Smoke in my mouth   And music on my breath   To everything a season (turn turn turn)   Oh please leave, please leave   You've time to retreat   It's coming off, I just need some more time I am staring at a bookcase stereotype the posters on your wall I am going through yer motions I inhale exhale and watch hands turn pale and I could save you but I choose not to   I am in the clouds so I cannot walk home   Please get me out,   It's a bad way   Bad way