We're all looking to get free through the trap door
We get high, get low, we still want more
We build ourselves on shifting sands
Of what we think they want us to be
But you are still beyond this space and time, young spirit
So high they'll try to pull you down down down
Don't let their dream get to your beautiful head
They'll try to dress us all in lead
But you're flying higher than their golden sun
So fly on
You've shown me myself, separated
Wrapped up, let down, so frustrated
I couldn't see the paradox of someone as no one
Such sweet release
But you are still beyond this clinging on, young spirit
So free they'll try to lock you down down down
Don't let their dream get to your beautiful head
They'll try to dress us all in lead
But you're flying higher than their golden sun
So fly high
