If the silver yarn twisted around your neck unties and your face falls to the floor
I'll be there to catch it with my inflatable hand.
My palm will be cushion to support your fragile eyes.
Your ears will stay attached to your head so you can listen to the beautiful noise chaos has offered
I am sinking in your zodiac mythology.
The silver string I will have to give back.
I'll be there to catch it with my inflatable hand.
My palm will be cushion to support your fragile eyes.
Your ears will stay attached to your head so you can listen to the beautiful noise chaos has offered
Your lips will tumble, nervously seducing me.
Your sweet tears will grow into a body of water filled with planets and stars
I will need a telescope to examine those lovely tears of yours.
Enough crying! I am sinking in your zodiac mythology.
The silver string I will have to give back.
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