I am going for the stars.
Ooo baby I am going for the stars,
Jet fuels in my blood and parachute in my bag…
Remember you said I look like a fire in the horizon when I think about you…
well I am the bonfire now with nothing but tinfoil all around me.
There’s a free fall over this boneless clouds,
and I am gonna be my barbaric best for some minutes among these forgiven voids.
Perhaps it was a Sunday when we were wondering on our beam through the eyes and wandering through the obscure theater.
We lasted with beats of a rock and roll…we fucked over the chords of a country song in blinking and echoing nights.
All these will be in my mind…I would storm through the descending creations and frozen memories,
I am gonna bamboozle the death with the parchute of our times,
don’t worry baby I am gonna do it.
Shackles babe, shackles…let those burn with the winds of a hummingbird…
I will wait for you with a significant cigarette between my lips and Lennon by my side.