Lyrics
I've had you on mind
But not the easy kind
Now what you gonna do
The window you'll be stepping through
What you really wanna say is
Cut out all them bleached out haters
They got you hooked up, boy
Patrolling your mind
You're flying with the angels
High up in the air
When your soul's at ease my friend
I'll meet you up there
When you were breathing still
Flushing down the bitter pill
Calling all our names
Giving a gift that should remain
And I call to say sorry
Yes, I call to send glory
