Fall from grace.

The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it to my nose
And I wish I could get back there
Some place back there
Smiling in the pictures you would take
Doing crystal anything
Will lift you up until you break
It won't stop, I won't come down, I keep stock
With a tick-tock rhythm and a bump for the drop
And then I bumped up
I took the hit I was given
Then I bumped again
And then I bumped again
She said how do I get back there
To the place where I fell asleep inside you
How do I get myself back
To the place where you said
I want something else to get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life