Air - Frente!

We are the sad, sad people, those scared, scared, scared

Scared eyes, insane, unseen an island, inside, inside out minds

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive, what’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

The red line when the sky ends, the pretty ugly lives

Can’t take your car to heaven, can’t take God for a drive

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive, what’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the sky?

What’s wrong with your eyes?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the sky

Around you, around you, around you, around you?

In mourning for the morning, you laughed yourself into the afternoon

You thought was endless, you wanted to be weightless

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive, what’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the sky?

What’s wrong with your eyes?

What’s wrong with the air?

What’s wrong with the sky

Around you, around you, around you, around you

Around you, around you, around you, around you?

You wanted to be weightless, you didn’t want to wait

You wanted to be weightless, you didn’t want to wait

You wanted to be brainless, you didn’t want to think

You wanted to be shameless, you didn’t want to, want to