nWith a bottle of wine and two friends of minenWe could head to the hillsnThere's no need for those pillsnUnder fractal trees and a fractal sky we are everythingnAll she needed was, was a push from usnNow she's learning to flynShe's so gone but so am InBoth of us been learning to flynShe's so gone she'll touch the skynAnd now I don't know what I'm feelingnCan't remember feeling this highnWe're not in a black room, she's still seeing the truthnCould the teacher be wrong?nCould the teacher be gone?nSo take a bite from the bagnMake the aliens glad their not wasting their timenAs we ride on the swing, hear the fire bells ringn'Cause the Bantam won't flynThere's a dog by the tree and he's spying on menAll the neighbors agree, Don't be talking to menCause under fractal trees and a fractal sky we are everything n