The earth is warm next to my ear
Insect noise is all that I hear
A magic trick makes the world disappear
The skies are dark they're dark but they're clear

A distant motorcade and suddenly there's joy
The snowing ticker-tape blurs all my senses numb
It's like the finish line where everything just ends
The crack of radio seems close enough to touch

Cold water cleaning all my wounds
A sad parade with a single balloon
I'm done with this I'm counting to ten
Bluest seas running to them

I feel like I am watching everything from space
And in a minute I'll hear my name and I'll wake
I think the finish line's a good place we could start
Take a deep breath take in all that you could want