Westworld

Acid mind trip on some enchanted blue star
Heavenly bodies look closer than they are
Some wasted bound to die person said
You're living out of your element my boy don't you know
Cinematic in ghostly angelic light
Hypersensitive, to the words draped in white
It's unbecoming to me now
This acting so naive, when I'm old enough to know how
There must be someone out there
Behind the door to somewhere
Waiting for me when I cross over
There must be light at the end
Sunsets on a warm horizon
There must be someone out there for me
I almost feel her hand on my face
As I fall into this I release myself from the ground
There must be someone out there
Behind the door to somewhere
Waiting for me when I cross over
There must be light at the end
Sunsets on a warm horizon
There must be someone out there for me