Someones hanging out,
We cant forget about.
Things that people do
when theyre free.
Like visitors from space,
Its hard to find a place,
To blend in and go unrecognized.
Im waiting for a sign,
Im standing on the road,
My mind outstretched to you.
Im picking something up,
Im letting something go,
Like a dog Im fetching
this for you.
Pictures in mind:
Rows of poppy fields,
Harmony entwined,
Changing gears that grind.
Pictures in my mind.
Pictures in my brain:
Electrical energy,
Fighting drugs with pain,
Theres a war inside.
Pictures in my brain.
Im looking for a job,
I dont know what Im doing,
My softwares
not compatible with you.
But this I cant deny,
I know that you can fly,
Cause Im here
on the ground without you.
Angel without wings,
Owner without things,
Sharpshooter
without rings around you.
The road we used to ride,
Together side by side
Has flowers pushing
through the dotted line.
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