Lyrics by Brett Kull and Ray Weston

Everyway out has got to be like the sky falling in
Crushing heavy blue miles
Everyway out has got to be just like a sky falling in
Crushing heavy blue miles
Way down here, way down here
Way down here, way down here
Everyway out has got to be like the sky falling in
Crushing heavy blue miles

Fear, she tastes of passion, intoxicate
She takes the high road and motivates

Love made me ill with lust, oh
Love made me ill with lust, oh
Everyway out has got to be just like a sky falling in
Crushing heavy blue miles

Fear, she tastes of passion, intoxicate
She takes the high road and motivates
It's ok, it's ok
I'm not ok, I'm not ok

Drowning, Flying, afraid of dying alone
Ghosts and spiders, clowns waving guns and looking down
High wires, empty bags, fire
Doctors can't heal it when temptations so loud you give
Sad Little words I know they know I know, Oh
It blinds complete, then worlds fall, give off zero light

Fear, she tastes of passion, intoxicate
She takes the high road and motivates
It's ok, it's ok
I'm not ok, I'm not ok
Everyway out has got to be just like a sky falling in
Crushing heavy blue miles

Love made me ill with lust, oh
Way down here, like ash and dust
Everyway out has got to be like the sky falling in
Crushing heavy blue miles
Love made me Ill with lust, oh