Sunny diamonds, yeah, yeah, Italian gold Mediterranean waters, these images are sold French beauties, crisp wine Chinese sun is rising, images of time...
Chorus: I'm just trying, try Maybe someday I could fly Looking down at the cold cold city The calm cool skies And the bird are humming their rhymes And the creeps are planning their crimes The graffiti walls standing tall And the church is waiting for God's big sign
And the waxed up streets are skated on Everyone's crying their newest song My eye lens is spit on Waiting for that fire to burn
Light us up Light us up Wherever you are Gasoline and matches Lost my cloud My clear heaven stars Burns, bruises, scratches
Maybe someday as I walk through the fog and trees I'll continue to fight There they stand with open arms Guiding me towards the perfect light Guiding me towards the perfect light Guiding me towards the perfect light