It's not like we
ever (died or anything)

Left our bodies to
fly
waited universes to (skin on skin)
and then die some more

(we fly through the sky sometimes)
we just keep flying

And riding and
(riding)
these fast machines
can never keep up with Jesus

(give me some wheels faster
than Jesus)

and we can meet behind the moutains
I know your still waiting

(with the ghosts and the
Indian spirits)