Woorden: Luke Doucet. Broken (And Other Rogue States). Free.

Well I?m free, I?m free like a world, I am
I?m higher than the moon and so much higher still to go
I?m dancing on the silver star, my boot prints on the white-wall tire

See, see everyone?s beautiful
Beautiful and terrified by the sun that?s rising up in the east
I gotta find my way home soon or I?ll just drown in my delight

And if I stumble my way through another year of blindness
I don?t deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brain
And if I fumble my way to the people who are mindless
I guess I get what?s coming to me and my evil wicked ways

Run, faster than light through me
You can soak my nerves in this vibration
Riding through your imagination
Boot prints on the yellow fire
My footprints on the gilded star
But death, it?s more than I can bear tonight

It?s not the thought of being gone or the dark that I don?t like
But more confused by the emptiness of breath (where does it go?)

And if I stumble my way through another year of blindness
I don?t deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brain
And if I stumble my way to the people who are mindless
I guess I get what?s coming to me and my evil wicked ways

The roads I make us lost our way that guarantees and beds we make
Our life goes on for better change the ground it crumbles cracks and shakes
Underfoot the bugs and snakes they carry us, they carry us away from here
And underground it?s happy deep where you go down

Oh, hallelujah, God is great
You?re never wrong, you?re never late
?Cause he designs these pretty things
I when I die, I simply go alone