(d. fritz, o. thornton)
My eyes can't help my ears
My ears can't see
Why do I try this way
There's probably something wrong with me
If I can't see that something's wrong
When all my pieces become pieces
And not all one
-CHORUS-
Then where, where would my body be
Body be
Where, where would my body be
Body be
My hands can't help my eyes
My eyes can't feel
Why do I try this way
There's probably something wrong with me
If I can't see that something's wrong
When all my pieces become pieces
And not all one
(repeat CHORUS)
You in the sky, you in the sky
You make me high, alive
You in the sky, you in the sky
You make me cry, alive
You in the sky, you in the sky
You make me high, alive
You in the sky, you in the sky
You make me cry, alive
(repeat CHORUS)