Sometimes we surf outside above
Is that storm shows us that we're done
a sign we must take off
It's bout a time of everything to lose
So try to clean your head out now
of things that have no use

Why
Don't you see
That is me
And I'll be there
I'll be there [bad word] in the time
When we're right i'm
into anything
anything
For you
Glide
Glide

Why don't you hear this blameless words of me
Sometimes we are getting hurt
when burst outward this free
Without some help we're closer to demise
So try to stay for every time
in perfect state of mind

Tried to make it as fast as could but lose
Torn myself into the dust to prove