We fall through the trees
arriving in the kitchen
too late for the stew
plucked clean
feathers beside
hands joined at the table
I tuck them away
recline for the evening
with papers so thin
offering explanations
I know they're not true
take hold cause I'm near the loose one
when the wind blows
our time has come

Lyrics submitted by kirs10

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