Remains Of Brian Borcherdt (The)
Flight
Standing on top of the world,
a mountain of glass beneath my feet.
Baby, I can breathe in smoke, breathe out fire
everytime I close my eyes; everytime I sing out loud
a raging ocean, billowing clouds.
I can fly
into the sky.
Staring right into the sun. Open your windows
and sing your songs of revolution.
Living for a quick fix. Living for celebration.
Learning how to deal with it, dealing out the medication.
I can fly
into the sky.
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