Junk

A moment of ecstasy, a moment of high.
Feels like you've got wings, feels like you can fly.
Then you've got to come down, got to return to Earth.
And then you see you've lost all your worth.

A moment of happiness, a moment of joy.
Feels like you'll find love, feels like you'll find a boy.
Then you've got to come down, got to face the facts.
And you're on the last scene of a play with one act.

A moment of rush, a moment of power.
You can't remember life, can't remember one hour.
All that is there is the thrill and the chase.
But soon you're in court and you've lost your case.

All that for a moment of ecstasy, a moment of high.
And though you've got wings, you really can't fly.
You'll have to come down, have to return to Earth.
And now you're nothing, you've lost all your worth.

The End

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