Aliens - Peacock Affect

I want to go to a fantasy far away

I find sleeping so much better than being awake these days

Because everything’s about the future past or successions

Prone long dead depression

Aliens falling down from the clouds

Who know somehow that the life I live isn’t right somehow

Working hard is so boring

And relaxing doesn’t exist

My life is a psychological thriller where nothing happens

Staring down an empty high street

Clouds don’t cry

Clouds don’t die

And when they walk on by

I wonder what it feels like for them

And more…

And more…

I wonder if they’re full of painless strangled strangeness

And more and more