Lyrics

Which one, who will be the first to breathe in the fumes of the model airplane glue?
My words land in a beautiful web, melt down slow to the bottom of the bag
Never gonna reach the top of the trees
Never gonna shoot a gun at me
Never gonna see the way I see
Visions appear nearer than life will allow, pinned down bugs in a chemistry display
Sky high, nobody ever returns to breathe in the fumes of the model airplane glue
The colors to be found
Blue-green on my fingertips, bright red around my lips
Ain?t this life just fabulous?
Who?s to say it?s not?
He became the color of the cap
He was mouthing off, insisting the walls were barbeque
Who?s to say they?re not?