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?