Shine on me, shine on serenity, shine on me, shine on uncertainty 
Trip the fall, touch the feel,  
Full of empty crashing fields  
TV’s blaring, I go down for air 
The sky is falling and I’m below the high  
Your words are made of helium and mine are made to die  
 
I’ll connect the dots to get outside the box  
Looking down, my shirt needs a tuck, I kiss myself twice For luck  
 
The sky is falling and I’m below the high Your world is made of helium and mine is made to die.   
 
We go as we grow and the dog leads the pony  
It’s not my perspective, what color is blue?