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I sing of things, I see past wings,
And from the plane, and in passing,
I understand expansive land better than I can as a grounded man.
And I think of dying in a blink of an eye,
And a sinking feeling from the pinking sky,
And i wonder what comes under us
And over me in wonderlust.
And I trust a thunderbuss enough,
Those rusty drums drop just enough,
And something suddenly reminds me of
What it's like to fly in times of love.
And it seems like a dream that's weakening
As the clouds surround like a steam machine,
The significance of distances,
In one instant I'm different.
And down to Earth I birth a plan
To find an imperfect person and
Let her sweep these feet beneath,
Bequeath to me some new belief.
And the details will reveal themselves
As I feel the female feelings felt,
Someone to push up against,
I welcome healthy arguments.
'Cause making up and making love
And waking up to a naked hug
Is exactly what I badly want
So bluntly let me bear the brunt.
And the human heart is the hardest part,
The softest spot for the sharpest dart,
But nothing, and I mean nothing will,
Feel as real as when it's filled.