our problems persist,
when we make shapes out of mist
and call them our own.
they grow deeper away,
connect with the ether again
and they grow realer for us
in time
I would give you all of myself
But I don't know
what that really means
We never quite touch the ground
yet our footsteps make a sound
and the frequencies bound
not to us but the air
When I look in your eyes,
it confuses my mind
because
to my surprise
you're there
I would give you all of myself
But I don't know
what that really means
In a world of moving clusters (of dust you're there)
But I don't know
What that really means
This existence is strange
and I can't seem to find the range
at which my heart can sing like yours
It delicately unfolds into the cosmos
that holds
the seventh glass glass I've poured
I would give you all of myself
But I don't know
What that really means
In a world of moving clusters (of dust) you're there
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