airplanes are flying on the ground
shooting stars are crashing down
and all i can do is sit behind
broken chairs are swimming in space
and all i wish is for you to hold me
oh god save us all from this mess
make flowers grow
make me love u so

the pages of my holly book are
closing in on me
i can't breath because of all this
politic shit i hear
oh god save us all from this mess
is this all there is to do?
the stability is falling apart.
and i fell nails scraching my heart
and i've never seen an airplane
flying on the holly ground.