Lucid love

Babe, it’s cool
We’ll be fine
Pin our dreams
Drink your wine

Hold my hand
Smash the view
I’m a kite now
So are you

Whatever they say
It’s the way it goes down
Once these houses blow away

Whatever they say
We’ve always been around
We’re the dawn of yesterday

Whatever will come
Let’s make out with the open sky
She’s a mirror to me

Whatever is true
I got nothing better to do
Than follow you

I can’t help myself, no
No, I
No, I can’t help myself
Not while I’m up this high…

So babe, calm down
Lucid love
Catch my eyes
Opened up

Grab the moon
Grope the clouds
Have a spit
On the crowds

Whatever they say
While the wind has a grip
We’ll be flying out of control

Whatever they say
No one holds our strings
No one sees when we’ll unfold

Whatever will come
We’re not halfway yet
I need spheres with thicker air

Whatever is true
I got nothing better to do
Than follow you

I can’t help myself, no
No, I
No, I can’t help myself
Not while I’m up this high…

Oh, how I have moved
‘Til my feet have gone sore
Holding onto rolled off heads
Your turn, my dear
Go help yourself