Fly

It's a high vis peddled down the street It's just a matter of fate A frail arm reaches into the boot of a car But it still feels far A feathered friend perched looking eye to eye It's just a matter of time A cutting edge, on a milk grey sky It's probably time to fly It's probably time to fly A friendly two stare across from you, a deep gaze It's fixed with glue, the truck rolls, rolling slow with the lights on My walk slows, but it's not gone Afraid that we're holding on, for too long It's just another one I'll stay for another song, while it's warm I hope I'm not wrong Afraid that we're holding on, for too long It's just another one I'll stay for another song, while it's warm I hope I'm not wrong