A More Agreeable Form Of Escapism - In Aviate

We drink the colors from the sky

We inhale the sun;

we exhale its light

Infatuation fills your lungs

Open your eyes and swallow the sun

We illuminate the sky by parachuting light, above the ocean breathing tides

Infatuation leaves your lungs

Close your eyes, shut out the sun

The death of a day

The birth of a night

We take situations and turn them into explanations

Hello mystic man, what’s this I hear about you being able to reach god’s ear?

Hello, mystic man?