Tie a balloon onto the fingertips
Weights to willing ankles
Soft as a lullaby or
Pillows held over sleeping faces
Or make it better with a kiss...
And betrayal into bliss...
Faceless one
I am a line drawn through these
Arabesques with tender precision
Pick at the blandest
Most indifferent thread and I'll unravel...
Out into nameless colours
Till i am just another
Fading silver wind
Hold on, hold on
O-Life is a place we arrived at upside down
Ground to a powder I am
Measured out just one part per million
Now every page I turn is
Pressure against a trigger finger
How can a soul end up so thin?
Is it there when the beginning is the end
Hold on, hold on
O-Life is a place we arrived at upside down
I am not a map of mercy
To fold away everythings alright
Or a plot to build the shelter
For crandling a dying firelight
I'm the wind wisp from you to me
I'm driest earth this is out of reach
Show me a map of mercy
Mark where the shade is waiting
Here with my shoulders shaking
I already know...
Hold on, hold on
O-Life is a place we arrived at upside down

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