by mike am i broken i need a minute to get open its a comfort vow what would we talk about / probably nothing / im gone when im there sent new moons so far from this sphere feel good late sun clear blue sky send a rocket through the dawn / they need their medicine going through heaven and hell again / you wanted change without changing you want it back again im a little bit aimless / why do we bottle it oceans of emotions and we sunk til were stuck