And I think I'll blow my brains Think happy thoughts Well let's go back to The middle of the day That starts it all. I can't begin to let You know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall

My hope is in you I wanna watch your spirit Touch the sky So much more we can do If you take your love and fly away I know you'll make it through You'll make it through I never know

God knows at least we try Oh, God knows We will get up and grow We can make it just in time We'll march on 'Cause every time when we fall Oh, oh, God I know I won't be on my own Even birds don't fly alone

Oh, 'cause baby you're my all time high Fly me right up into the sky I'm your rocket man And I don't wanna ever come down, no Oh, you taste like heaven You turn my knob right to eleven Oh, you make me feel so right 'Cause baby you're my all time high

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

You can't deny me The higher, the farther, the faster you fly And now you want me to breathe And be so grateful Ah, for the air that I need (haha) Don't make me pitiful And in the morning light We're just the same you and me Out on the go, send officials

Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in Maker take the body don't want it wants me A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play Swim

Precious as a prayer flying up through the air While the rain is falling Golden, timeless as a kiss Baby I don't wanna miss another perfect moment To tell you, how you make me feel The day you strolled in, my heart was stolen 'Cause you are golden The

Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the

Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise Flying ninety miles an hour like a wild bat out of hell Singing hallelujah with a rebel yell Dancing with a little danger, fast and hard, wrong or right Praying I'm just gonna make it out alive Long about