supera la gravedad

I’m home alone tonight.

Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight.

I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly

Possible...with you.

So I call you on the tin can phone.

We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we’re alone.

I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free.

When we get there, we’re gonna go far away.

Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.