Bliss
Love is my teacher, the wave and the sound
Night falls in softly and I forgot to call you
Airports of burgundy and gold
Need monoxide to unfold
And bliss when we're eight miles high
And bliss when we reach the sky
Last night at sunset sweet Jesus was gone
Wonderland inferno, chorus of Kalashnikov
Icon lust of many splendored woe
And bliss when we're eight miles high
And bliss when we reach the sky