Fairfax, AK - Plateaus Тексты

I'm standing on the tallest of man made plateaus
My soul is crushed by spiritual glass ceilings
My bags are packed
And I left notes

I tried to call God collect the other day
He didn't pick up, and I know why

Falling
as the wind
kisses my face
I begin to wonder
will
I
feel
anything
at
all?