we're gonna build something this summer
And we'll take this man, left almost passed out. We're pretty sure he needs a hand. He says he can't stand. And when we pick him up he asks us where his ship will land. But he knows it isn't ever coming down. We know that he knows it'll fly far, until finally stars hold him in all around, until he forgets the ground, until he forgets the crawling way real people sometimes are.