DUST GETS IN HIS EYES

Bad boy, rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the airm and feather canyons everywhere. I've looked at clouds that way, moons and junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel as every fairy tale comes real. i've looked at clouds that way but now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone so so many things i could've done, but clouds... angel dust gets in your eyes, your hair on acid stars you're getting there
my body's assembled into a little itty-bitty gift to you. When you die, i've looked at life that way, but now it's just another show, you leave me laughing when you go, so, so don't let them inside, don't let them know, don't give yourself away. But now my friends are acting strange, they shake their heads man, they say i've changed, well, well, something's lost, rearranged, from living every, every, every. I've looked at clouds from both sides now from up and down, and still somehow it's just illusions i recall