Frente Air
We are the sad people those scared eyes insane unseen An island inside inside out minds unbeing dead isn't being alive What's wrong with the air? The red line when the sky ends the pretty ugly lives Can't take your car to heaven can't take god for a drive Unbeing dead isn't being alive What's wrong with the air? In mourning for the morning, you laughed yourself into the afternoon You thought was endless you wanted to be weightless You didn't want to wait What's wrong with the air around you?