Awake from a dream, one that started as a nightmare Like a war so extreme, it erased itself from memory Years where I dropped from the aeroplane without questioning it The curve of the coast of Los Angeles spreading itself below And blewing overhead that parachute, I've got to trust it now Oh, oh, oh Change in the wind and I'm drifting from the crescent Pulled farther out from the shore than where I can swim to it And blowing overhead that parachute, I've got to trust it now Oh, oh, oh Closing in on the sparkle of the waves Go on, take me, it will feel like going home Go on, take me, I'm not afraid to drown What is this, pulling me back the other way To strip malls, highways and street tapes Landing on the soft ground
