Bending like their willing
Runnin' up some stairs oh
Black and endless background
Reaching out to grab them
So high and still it sends a feeling through me
(Oh up above me falling over)
Breathe in the air the goes through a system that is
(down below me working steady)
A tree we are with limbs extending to the sun
Come find me floating up if you should find me gone
Did you hear a child say?
My feet can't cross the parking lot
The parking lot is way too hot
Then everything went vertical
Birds are tracing columns
And waiting to be dreaming
Sometimes you feel the pressure dropping on you
Crashing from the vertical
I start to wonder does this system matter?
Even in leaves some creatures build themselves a home
Lifted above the din their worlds a peaceful dome
They don't hear the child say
My feet can't cross the parking lot
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