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