Fireworks

There is the starting line, the starting gun

And it's "On your marks, get set..."

So there goes my head again

And there goes my heart

There are my feet again

Still at the start

There is the line of thought, the fly you caught

And it's "On your marks, get set..."

So there goes my head again

And there goes my heart

There are my lips again

Trying to part

And it feels like fireworks or fighter planes

Light up the sky, they're shooting down the stars

And it looks like it's meaningful and it's meaningless

And it's in my head, it's tearing me apart

So there goes my head again

And there goes my heart

There are my feet again

Trying too hard

Sleep, why don't you sleep

Why don't you rest your head

And it feels like fireworks or fighter planes

Light up the sky, they're shooting down the stars

And it looks like it's meaningful and it's meaningless

And it's in my head, it's been there from the start