Из альбома: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts
-Chorus-
And we'll fly home
We'll fly home
You and I
We'll fly home
Now honestly that's what I said to her, what I said to her
Think happy thoughts