Skydiving Accident

Well I've always thought my time to die might be some kind of skydiving accident

But still I'd like to climb inside your mind to get my spine aligned and accurate

And lo, my soul is three below but even so well we don't know the half of it

We fall apart and call it art but we're too smart to keep our hearts immaculate

When I left you were falling asleep now I walk on the moon while you crawl through the streets

I've been hammering nails through the soles of my feet trying to get back to you

Well I've always thought my time to die might be some kind of large scale catastrophe

But when you've lived a life like mine it seems unkind to end your time unnaturally

I've heard that you've been gaining ground you changed your sound and came around to ask for me

But there is quite a difference between what you say and what you mean actually