Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
If earth was made in seven days
Then I come from outer space
Yeah, I'm feeling unsteady
Physically, my arms are feeling heavy
Don't ask me questions, I'm not feeling alright
Don't ask me now, I'll tell you in the sky
In the sky
Don't ask me now, I'll tell you in the sky
'Cause right now we're just [?], so I'm feeling high
Feel so high
Now, physically and mentally, I'm just so fucking high all the time
What is reality?
What do we all believe?
Why can't we just celebrate
The one day we will all leave?
(What do we all believe?)