oxygen

short sleeves and warm skin
losing coins calling next of kin 
dropping words about the city we're in 
ponds compressed by heavy air 
us without care just sprawling there 
gods in our world 

airports and undergrounds 
waiting to find the unfound 
rising to pure insanity 
here when you want me true love 
has no simplicity 
gods in our world 

you and i we're going so high 
the air is getting thin 
but our land does not breathe in 
and we dont need oxygen 
its dreams that bind us and locks us in 
the rest are impaled by sense

you and i we're going so high 
the air is getting thin 
but our land does not breathe in 
and we dont need oxygen 
its dreams that bind us and locks us in 
the rest are impaled by sense