Touch the Sky (Kittinger Complex) - Am Aesthetic

I let go of my balloon

But it wouldn’t let go of me

We floated to the outer gates of life

I touched the sky

I saw the world as the divine

God and I spoke candidly of where we’d come to be

He said not to talk politics in pleasant company

I told him I’d been dreaming up a new philosophy

Where everyone’s a god but somehow nobody believes

And I don’t think he looked away

Sure as hell he made a face

Told me I’d be getting on my way

Here I thought this was time for us

To let ourselves be understood

So I can look creation in the face

I touch the sky

I saw the world as the divine

Started to feel heavy as he weakened his embrace

He told me, «son, you’re just a man who’s running out of faith»

Smiled as I turned around and lifted off his hand

And plummeted from heaven

Screaming «Catch me if you can,»

I touch the sky

I saw the world as the divine

I touch the sky