i wana know what you meant
i left the salad and knife up in the air
i strung the strings like a line
i shifted so fast i cant explain
answer to the road in the depth of night
earth moves on my wheels
leaf bares me untill it runs dry
the thin line is here
longing for the white sun
for it will burn us all alone
and in dust we live
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