Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer look for me
  in wide falling fields of bohemia all awake with a heavy hand holding me down
  I stay all awake in the only fear of falling hall of fame we're all awake
  under the weight eleven ways why you never fall to pieces you can't carry
  we're all awake and looking for ways to save your self-love
  Looking to define masterbation using colours looking for a ride to a place
  where everyone was friends all awake with an energy,
  a hustle and a fade all awake in the hell of free electric salad days they fall away
    When the money's in your hand, when smaller men feel broken,
  when Chet is singing "let's get lost" It's time to shut your mouth....