The more I am with you the more I am leaving the city traveling down and eastbound over Lybia and then I find I’ve come thousands of miles and I am in India. Out by the railings as darkness falls on the area the people were stars the stars were people they were everywhere I shot the moon I shot the moon I shot the moon.
Above the banal the riot police and the cameras I watched from my perch above of the street and then afterward I tried to sleep I tried to sleep but it was unreachable.
They were singing war songs in the valleys in the cities they wrote on the waslls this means nothing at all.
To unite the world you’d have to blow up more than half of it like a cranial trauma with a big old chunk out the side of it a cat on a sill us on our pills always out of it,
The more I am listening the more I am feeling the movement the less I'm deciding the more I find myself choosing land over love new skies up above travel and road.
So from the ones in the valley to the ones in the city walls this means nothing at all.