This window pane is the only thing I see when I look out the frost-covered window
You'll come home, I know
I know that we could be happy
Lift up the hood or maybe you have a flat
Cause you should have been here by now
We could be happy with the finest wines
I'll sing to you all of the
Time flies by
Fly away, fly away good bye

In the vacuums of space these feelings are erased
Without Gravity

I've got a 20 dollar bill, Pinback album, and some pills
Want to watch me get high?
When I am done I will descend
But for now I'm to space and back again
Want to watch me get high?

In the depths of London I'm searching for a sign
Cause I'd like to free myself of contemplation