2 acessos
I asked the habitual party goer just how high she thought she'd get,
And I asked the ethereal girls if they were floating yet
And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,
Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.
The tabloid tainted actress knows the myth of higher ground.
The thing she got from playing a nun she got from sleeping around.
And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,
Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.
And I've been running uphill, panting, punching at the air,
Fighting what's been pushing me down, as if it's really there.
And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,
Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.
And I saw all this climbing, climbing, just as far from heaven,
Then I saw a bird fly away, and I started climbing again.