Letra de A More Agreeable Form Of Escapism

We drink the colors from the sky We inhale the sun; we exhale its light Infatuation fills your lungs Open your eyes and swallow the sun We illuminate the sky by parachuting light, above the ocean breathing tides Infatuation leaves your lungs Close your eyes, shut out the sun The death of a day The birth of a night We take situations and turn them into explanations Hello mystic man, what's this I hear about you being able to reach god's ear? Hello, mystic man?