StarsI know you want to be hereTill the last star burns outWell I see them going hunAnd I see without a doubtThey're leaving one by oneIt's a galaxy theftI see them going babeAnd there aren't many theft...
The HighYour skin tinglesAs it glides acrossThe goosebumps riseLike a patch of growing mossYour heart beat increasesAs you see the first dropAnd just for a momentYou're feel like you're on topOn top of the worldFlying through the skyWith that slight pinch of painComes the most amazing highThen the second passes,The clock ticks againAnd you have fight comingA fight against your skinIt wants more, wants it deeperWants to see a flood of crimsonFlow along the floorBut now you're confusedYou realize what you've doneYour skins aches for moreBut your brain is on the run