aerospace child
we're binding our time
to a rocket that soars
in the sky
the distance is y
and you're partly my x
we'll suit up the pilot
so he's properly dressed
the air todays fine
yeah the weather is fine
where I am it gets better and better
nearing the end
of the edge of our flight
last call rounds make their way
down the aisle
proposing a notion
as all of the while
a wine glass tips from commotion
the air todays fine
yeah the weather is fine
where I
when I
whatever it takes me to get high
its better to free fall
than keep going
the same line
that you're tired of going
we dangle and swing
and kiss
crashing
with you
is the prettiest thing
I'll ever do.
Monday, June 14, 2010
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