All this weeping in the air,
I can tell were about to fall through floating forests in the air
Across the rolling open sea.
Now I kiss and run through air. Leave the past find nowhere,
Floating forests in the air clowns all around you.
Clowns are here to let u know where u let your senses go.
Clowns all around you its a cross i need to bear.
All this black and cruel is fair, this is an emergency
Don