25 July 2011

waking up from death


i'm losing all the things i never wanted to keep
it's like waking up from death again to breathe
all the ghosts are gone now, the slate has been wiped clean

so ride, ride on 'til the monkeys are off your back
he said fly, fly on and don't you ever turn back

you know the freeway is no place for a pair of red balloons to be
but the rebel in you will meet up with the outlaw in me
when living replaces this hot hot air we speak

so ride, ride on 'til the monkeys are off your back
he said fly, fly on and don't you ever turn back