Where are the lines, the lines that need to be crossed To get over lethe or jordan or whatever they're called? They've sung about freedom in a fantastic song And it's in a car commercial, I knew I've heard it before Where our fingers form feathers, fires burn, words are lost I thought I wanted to live in this shine and this gloss And I tried loving in here and ended up buying booze And in come the sexed up Amazons And out go the dumbed-down news I won't toy with these lines that cement in no time I rehearse every curse on construction sites first I twist my neck - clickediclack - before you crack my bones And I throw three cheat sheets to where the wind blows Don't tell me you're not more Than just a cloud in the shape of a cloud In the shape of a sticky note that says "please don't go"
I want bear hugs and new drugs and plugs for our heart machines Bridges through kitchens and food for our fever dreams Providers of all kinds of kindness and shenanigans We can do what we want and we can make any plans The present is present as a present for ourselves And I tried my best to scatter pieces of my breath on your bookshelves And we could be all kinds of crazy, we might already be And we could be all kinds of magic if that's what we need And we could be all kinds of light-footed if we wanted to We could be liars, and we could tell the truth And we might have learned not to want any strings Attached to this but we got ropes and vines and wires Tied to every single fucking heartbeat
There's a ship coming (x6) Going to where I belong
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