Skyline

There's a body lyin' in the middle of a busy street He's painted red and starin' at the sky He leans out his car window and says, "Get the hell out of my way I'll be late, I gotta be on time" And then he goes up and up towards the heavens He's beggin' to come down But nobody's there, nobody cares He stops fighting it, lets it all go Carin' about all the things that never made him happy at all I am comin' I am lettin' the sun in I stop runnin' From you, from me From every little thing Now you're speedin' past the skyline, anything could happen next You're grinnin', and you're open to the night Maybe I could hitch a ride, and we could do whatever we like Anything we like And then we go up and up towards the heavens We're ready to come down But nobody's there, nobody cares We stop fighting it, let it all go Carin' about all the things that never made us happy at all I am comin' I am lettin' the sun in I stop runnin' From you, from me From every little thing