"...what better the time, what better the place to show your face, the better the crime the, the better the taste..."

Summertime on my face I dream away to a sweeter place On the outside looking in I’m looking in under my skin And I won’t, so I can’t, so I don’t, then I will And I won’t, so I can’t, so I don’t, then I will I’m sinking in, In the sand…

I kick you out of my head, I leave you lying for dead you take my money and my honey try to put me to bed Try and spin me around, pulling and dragging me down I stay grounded well rounded bound to battle it out I knock your head on straight…

I’ve chased the day a thousand times I’ve raised my arms to the sky Erased my wrongs and waived my rights And faced them all as they re-ignite I use the sky to guide me through And watch the earth from a crow’s eye view Carry my soul…