The earth is warm next to my ear 

Insects 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 snow and tickertape blurs all my senses numb 

It's like the finish line where everything just ends 

The crack of radios seems close enough to touch 



Cold water, cleaning my wounds 

A side parade, with a single balloon 

I'm done with this, I'm counting to ten 

Blue as seas, running to them 



I feel like I am watching everything from space 

And in a minute I hear my name and I wake 

I think the finish line's a good place we could start 

Take a deep breath, take in all that you could want