The Flying Machine

In place of numbing indifference
We felt a vast sense of restlessness
We spent our nights making sense of our dreams

My thought experiments said
We’ll leave this place behind

We won’t be found with our heads in the clouds

We were taking a stand
They couldn’t keep us under their thumb
When you were grabbing my hand
To warn me of what was to come

I lost sight of everything
And it was just you and me

I mistook the squeeze of your fingers
How much of this was a lie?
You were tapping your foot while I lingered
And ran the circles you rolled with your eyes

I’m so god damn sore
From this climb towards the sky
You know it’s you I did this for
But it was all fucking fiction
So we’ll make for the sun and never look back
Because the truth is inside of us
And they can never take that