Flying Without A License

Flying Without A License Lyrics

My favorite policeman
Is always on the move
Lost in a sea of madness
Coming through the show

My favorite grocer
Knows the price of cantaloupe
The fight of heaven
In his optimistic ties

Under the white umbrella
He hears an angel
It whispers
"You're on the wrong side
Of sky"

Repeat yourself to no avail

Extraterrestrial
In sky blue uniform
Like something honest
You're a credit with the storm

It burns a monkey vision
Out from inside
Trapped in the flat screen
In our mind

You can't fly
You can't fly