You didn't want to leave, you wanted to be with us, you didn't want to leave.
We are the sad, sad people. Those scared, scared, scared, scared eyes.
Insane, unseen, and hollow. Inside, inside our minds.
And being dead isn't being alive.
What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air?
The red line when the sky ends, the pretty ugly lives.
Can't take your car to heaven, can't take God for a drive.
And being dead isn't being alive.
What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air?
What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the sky? What's wrong with your eyes? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the sky?
Around you, around you, around you, around you
In mourning for the morning You wrapped yourself into the afternoon You thought was endless, you wanted to be worthless
I didn't bare It isn't bare at all
What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the sky? What's wrong with your eyes? What's wrong with the air? What's wrong with the sky?
Around you, around you, around you, around you, around you, around you, around you, around you
You wanted to be weightless
You didn't want to wait
You wanted to be weightless
You didn't want to wait
You wanted to be brainless
You didn't want to think
You wanted to be shameless
You didn't want to, want to
You didn't want to wait
You didn't want to wait
You didn't want to wait
You didn't want to wait
You didn't want to wait
You didn't want to wait
You didn't want to wait