Songtexte: Weasel King (The). Musical Decree Number Twenty-Four. Follow The Red Sparks.

There?s no breeze today
I think it?s hotter than yesterday
Laying on the ground here
Beneath these bushes, I can disappear

The opening notes of the seven o?clock news
Nothing to report
Not a single clue
Somebody save me from the suburban hell
Somebody save me

I need to kick off and fly into the night
Follow the red sparks and hold on tight
The higher we get, the colder the wind whips in my face
And it feels like I?m breathing for the first time tonight

It?s a mess here
Gotta get away for the year
Doesn?t matter where I run
Trouble always finds me

The opening notes of the seven o?clock news
Nothing to report
Not a single clue
Somebody save me from the suburban hell
Somebody save me

I need to kick off and fly into the night
Follow the red sparks and hold on tight
The higher we get, the colder the wind whips in my face
And it feels like I?m breathing for the first time tonight
I need to kick off and fly into the night
Follow the red sparks and hold on tight
The higher we get, the colder the wind whips in my face
And it feels like I?m breathing for the first time tonight

I?m breathing
I?m breathing
I?m breathing
I?m breathing for the first time