Super-related
And I think it's bigger than books when
Reality steps in
She's a gun with a gunSuper-related
And I can feel you pull through me
Reality surely
Leaves the choice in our handsI could be chemical
I could be a plasticproxypriest
He's got more ends than means
More wants than needsSuper-related
And I can see one holy-roller
Keeps looking over his shoulder
But there's nobody thereSuper-related
Is like a cosmic communion
It's the holiest union
That could ever existWhat if we're aeroplanes?
I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die
Or hit the groundSuper-Related
Is all the lovers and has beens
Teaching the comers and kingpins
How to live with mistakesSuper-Related
Is like a cosmic communion
It's the colorless union
Of all the love in the worldWhat if we're aeroplanes?
I would be a fire in the sky
It's always do or die
Or hit the ground