Gleaming covered skin
The higher clear air
The hollow hands are simmering
The landscape from a far
The taste of consequence is not an answer
Floating with my dreams and floating far
You're pulling me to the wire
And telling me to cover up the fire
Roots I've left to drown
I have watched my body
Carrying my head around
Know the pretender
He scatters like the wind a motion to remember
You're pulling me to the wire
And telling me to cover up the fire
