I’m flying up to the sun
Like a baby in his way for his mom
And I’m gonna crush
For thy love

I’m dreaming of the ocean
I long for fish and for hum
And I’m gonna sink
For thy love

Indigestion takes me high
I feel like quesy when I fly
And I’m gonna vort
For thy love

I feel sickness in my lungs
Emphysema makes me feel like dung
And I’m gonna die
For thy love