Half light, body like a kite
inclined, chest an open mine
no gold, seams all stripped and sold
I know what it's like to be low, low, low
I'm not going to let your hand go
I know what it's like to move slow, so slow
all there is to give is just the start
just a part of it
cast off, departure has been cleared
sky soft, land has disappeared
light falls in increments, the sun is comandeered
I know what it's like to be low, low, low
I'm not going to let your hand go
I know what it's like to move slow, so slow
all that we've to give is just the start
not the last of it
a blind spark that's lit
to lend the fire the fight to live

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