Higher Than the Sun

He’s a little freak he wants to do what he wants to do
Flying in his paper airplane without a parachute
Living in his parents’ basement
Perfect little squares of pavement
Monotony lobotomy
He wants he wants he wants

To fly higher than the sun

She’s a little sick she’s not afraid to show her scars
Soaring like a kamikaze, she’s out there shooting stars
Burning through the world like napalm
Living like a ticking time bomb
Authority is gravity
She wants she wants she wants


We want out
We want out
We want out


Written by Freddy Litwiniuk, DeAnna Moore, Dave Tough
© 2012
Contact: Dave Tough * 5801 Tee Pee Trace * Cane Ridge, Tennessee
615.554.6693 www.davetough.com