I’m pulling up my parachute. And I’m jumping from the plane we flew.
We could forget reality (We’ll do what we want) and choose to dream instead.
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know. All the stars are closer.
We don’t wanna drive slow, drive slow. Speed up with our eyes closed, eyes closed.
Coming from the cold. Buried under heat. Lay you on the floor. Heavy like the force between us.
I want an ocean view, somewhere. As long as I’m next to you, I don’t care.
So come over now, and talk me down.
