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I want to be just like you I want to talk I want to walk Like I'm in your shoes Musty, rustic, dusty hutch of this little girls wide eyes Words seeping in like porous wood Leaves on a forest floor Dampened by her mother's words If I should plunge from the trees I'll land upon my mother's leaves Sometimes they're first cold to the touch and she just wants to stand and run Away she dreams to fly, to be held sacred in other's eyes Yet something whispers, Stay, stay, stay No, no, no, just go away But the something re-emerges to reach and hold and tells of the promise of warmth to cold She lies on her gentle spine and in sense enters like staining wine it stays it registers in her mind, give her time, pay her in time From where she lies, How vast the blue to black, the sun to stars Fantastic foyer, screen the sky Where are the wings so I can fly back? Back to the sky How'd it fly so high? She's down here That's up there Syncronize the hardware, Hammer away at building the wings So by my hands I'll find this way up to the foyer, the sky the high sky way up there.
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Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
Screen the Sky
I want to be just like you I want to talk I want to walk Like I'm in your shoes Musty, rustic, dusty hutch of this little girls wide eyes Words seeping in like porous wood Leaves on a forest floor Dampened by her mother's words If I should plunge from the trees I'll land upon my mother's leaves Sometimes they're first cold to the touch and she just wants to stand and run Away she dreams to fly, to be held sacred in other's eyes Yet something whispers, Stay, stay, stay No, no, no, just go away But the something re-emerges to reach and hold and tells of the promise of warmth to cold She lies on her gentle spine and in sense enters like staining wine it stays it registers in her mind, give her time, pay her in time From where she lies, How vast the blue to black, the sun to stars Fantastic foyer, screen the sky Where are the wings so I can fly back? Back to the sky How'd it fly so high? She's down here That's up there Syncronize the hardware, Hammer away at building the wings So by my hands I'll find this way up to the foyer, the sky the high sky way up there.
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Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
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