Standing so free hanging close to the edge
In waves of people I hear still silence
Taking a last valiant leap off the ledge
now savoring the wind’s subtle violence
we've entered the sea of dark crimson red
guiding us through open blue that we trust
so close to the sky we might hit our head
realizing your defiantly august
i follow your lead and you follow mine
traveling further into the expanse
wishing there was not a concept of time
good things always end with no second chance
you take me back where you found me before,
descrying the sound of the crowds once more.
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 10:34 PM UTC
Standing so free hanging close to the edge
In waves of people I hear still silence
Taking a last valiant leap off the ledge
now savoring the wind’s subtle violence
we've entered the sea of dark crimson red
guiding us through open blue that we trust
so close to the sky we might hit our head
realizing your defiantly august
i follow your lead and you follow mine
traveling further into the expanse
wishing there was not a concept of time
good things always end with no second chance
you take me back where you found me before,
descrying the sound of the crowds once more.
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