When it strikes you feel no pain I'm just satisfied trying to recreate When we laughed last I hold the sign Them wooden boards of neaon paint read, "Happy not the fastest" Gotta walk with it Half alien half angel Flying with one wing Or maybe A stranger with his face to the sky Every plane that draws a white line is a confirmation Every seed grows its own vines It cannot stand still Face to the sky Forget our whole selves later Face to the sky When it strikes you feel no pain I'm just satisfied trying to recreate When we laughed last I hold the sign Them wooden boards of neaon paint read, "Happy not the fastest" Gotta walk with it