The earth is warm next to my ear Insect noise is all that i hear A magic trick makes the world disappear The skies are dark they're dark but they're clear A distant motorcade and suddenly theres joy The snowing ticker-tape blurs all my senses numb It's like the finsih line where everything just ends The crack of rasio seems close enough to touch Cold water cleaning my wounds A sad parade with a single balloon I'm done with this i'm counting to ten Bluest seas running to them I feel like i am watching everything from space And in a minute i'll hear my name and i'll wake I think the finsih line's a good place we could start Take a deep breath take in all that you could want