Look for me to climb fallen trees
In yellow summer look for me
In wide falling fields of Bohemia
All awake with a heavy hand holding me down
I stay all awake in the only fear of falling hall
Of fame we're all awake
Under the weight, eleven ways why you never fall to pieces
You can't carry, we're all awake
And looking for ways to save your self-love
Looking to define masturbation
Using colors, looking for a ride to a place
Where everyone was friends all awake with an energy
A hustle and a fade all awake in the hell
Of free electric salad days they fall away
When the money's in your hand
When smaller men feel broken
When Chet is singing "Let's get lost"
It's time to shut your mouth