I sip on cherry cream soda
In a shallow headspace
And sing of plush meadows
We tilt on a sea wave
In king hues and such
Like sublunary ferries and submarines
But then we're breathed out like mist
And we're tumbling
And we fall into heaven one by one
I swear this lullaby must be induced
But the hundred drones say otherwise
And the frozen sky turns crimson
A whistle sounds from below
And I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
