You could be a politician. You're so putrid it's love persuasion. And all the things that go with that. Touch protect and love to spin again. And if I flew up to the sky. I could only reach up high. It's so hard not to see you somewhere. Look around and I see you somewhere. In all the forests and the fields. Break my feelings melting on a spear. And if you step beyond your face. You'll not find an empty place. All the things you've said and done. Spark prying privilege flying from my gun. You're up too high. You're up too high. You're up too high. High. And if I see you in a dream. My mind you'll quake. I'll never wake