Spitting beacons
Like it's time I followed you
But following the dull light feels like
I'm blind and leading with my eyes
Then licking sediment like it's the salt
On the back of my hands
Erosion supposing
You don't know the lay of your own land
Holding dirt down
Like you gotta keep it hid
Stamp it in the ground hard
So I can't ever sift it out
With the chasm we made
Littered with matches
I'm willing it dry
To hope it catches
Light it up for the fear fall
Far, far
I went too far
And you didn't have the heart
To accommodate it
Levitate, my eye line tires of you
Show me something I wanna see
Apparate, my whim requires you to
Be a body in my scenery
Convex, concave
You're leaning forward
Like you're gonna run

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