Will Wood - Falling Up lyrics
[Will Wood - Falling Up lyrics]
Your stratospheric fear of
Catastrophe’s near
Fast it’s here
Atmosphere past your ears
Fall but you’ll never land
Second star to the right
I’m gripping the grass
And I’m pulling up daisies
Thank matter for mass and
The comfort of gravity
Airplane eclipses over spirals of
Math – would
Or could the impact kill me?
Yes, yes, yes, no, no, no, no, no
It’s just the high noon moon
Saying "Shoot for the stars
Be the next big constellation
Connect the dots between your parts"
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but
Turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die
With the bones of a crow
And ambitions of candle wax
What do you know of control? The
Wind is simply at your back
It really seems pollen’s more
Clever than bees
So you cue the final words of Leary:
And cry "Why, why
Why? Why not? Why not? Why not?"
I’d rather be a hot air Hindenburg than an
Elephant tied right down to it's stake
Cut ties, shed the dead weight
I ain’t saying it’s fate, but
There are no mistakes
And
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but
Turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die
Well, I cry on
Skies of blue linoleum
Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. Here comes the sun
Am I falling up?
Disney-Pixar Ludovico
Shirley Temple maraschino
Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe
Broadway producer improv troupes
Ray-Bans in your living room
Eyeline hurts to be in view like
Stage fright only when it's karaoke
Night with friends leave early
Did I earn this stupid hat? Is now really
A good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good
Time for a new tattoo?
The larger they are
The harder they tend to fall
Much larger than life cause from such height
Life looks awful small
And dandelions grow in dirt
Magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit
I grew up in suburbia
Love us or hate us
Because you’re killing us
And
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but
Turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die
Well, I cry on
Skies of blue linoleum
Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
(Did I earn this stupid hat?)
(Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?)
(Oh, is now really a good
Time for a new tattoo?)
Your stratospheric fear of
Catastrophe’s near
Fast it’s here
Atmosphere past your ears
Fall but you’ll neverland
Second star to the right
And straight on ‘till you die
Catastrophe’s near
Fast it’s here
Atmosphere past your ears
Fall but you’ll never land
Second star to the right
I’m gripping the grass
And I’m pulling up daisies
Thank matter for mass and
The comfort of gravity
Airplane eclipses over spirals of
Math – would
Or could the impact kill me?
Yes, yes, yes, no, no, no, no, no
It’s just the high noon moon
Saying "Shoot for the stars
Be the next big constellation
Connect the dots between your parts"
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but
Turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die
With the bones of a crow
And ambitions of candle wax
What do you know of control? The
Wind is simply at your back
It really seems pollen’s more
Clever than bees
So you cue the final words of Leary:
And cry "Why, why
Why? Why not? Why not? Why not?"
I’d rather be a hot air Hindenburg than an
Elephant tied right down to it's stake
Cut ties, shed the dead weight
I ain’t saying it’s fate, but
There are no mistakes
And
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but
Turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die
Well, I cry on
Skies of blue linoleum
Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. Here comes the sun
Am I falling up?
Disney-Pixar Ludovico
Shirley Temple maraschino
Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe
Broadway producer improv troupes
Ray-Bans in your living room
Eyeline hurts to be in view like
Stage fright only when it's karaoke
Night with friends leave early
Did I earn this stupid hat? Is now really
A good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good
Time for a new tattoo?
The larger they are
The harder they tend to fall
Much larger than life cause from such height
Life looks awful small
And dandelions grow in dirt
Magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit
I grew up in suburbia
Love us or hate us
Because you’re killing us
And
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but
Turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die
Well, I cry on
Skies of blue linoleum
Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
(Did I earn this stupid hat?)
(Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?)
(Oh, is now really a good
Time for a new tattoo?)
Your stratospheric fear of
Catastrophe’s near
Fast it’s here
Atmosphere past your ears
Fall but you’ll neverland
Second star to the right
And straight on ‘till you die