i can teach you how to fly...

the road turns into a keepsake of your life at bloom. the tables have turned, because we picked them up and spun them around the room. exit at the sound of my call, because nothing ever happens when you fall. no, nothing ever happens at all.

the lines are passing faster and fading into a ceaseless stripe. day and night, day and night the divide that once parted us was not the steady type. you can jump from here, it won't change my mind, because nothing ever happens in the sky. no, nothing ever happens when you die.

i can teach you how to fly
i can teach you how to fly
i can teach you how to fly
at least i'll try

- Alexander McCurdy