This window pane is the only thing I see when I look out the frost-covered window You'll come home, I know I know that we could be happy Lift up the hood or maybe you have a flat Cause you should have been here by now We could be happy with the finest wines I'll sing to you all of the Time flies by Fly away, fly away good bye In the vacuums of space these feelings are erased Without Gravity I've got a 20 dollar bill, Pinback album, and some pills Want to watch me get high? When I am done I will descend But for now I'm to space and back again Want to watch me get high? In the depths of London I'm searching for a sign Cause I'd like to free myself of contemplation