Siberia
I could take steps on this moon and that cloud
Look at my breath and still feel the warm out
This isn't about seasons
Or about rhyme and reasons
Trying to be smart but my? and my wants
Only show stars, and my toes and my thumbs
Nothing adds up or agrees
You becomes us and makes three
Cheers to such an old invention,
Do we touch, the fourth dimension?
Bottle rockets and time bombs and warheads
We could go back and keep on appealing
Follow me to the shackles
We're the kings of the castle
It's a science but there's room to believe
In the riots, I'll find you and I'll be
This isn't for the weak hearts
But everyone's here at some part
Here's to such an old invention,
Do we touch, the fourth dimension?
Cheer's to such an old invention,
Here's an honourable mention
I'm all moons and clouds
Where we're traveling
We touched the fourth dimension