I am at the brink of collapsing
I am a tarmac contracting
An aerospace of tangled waves
I couldn’t quite define
I am at the brink of diverging
I am a question
I am a sure thing
A systematic sewing motion
Fusing frame and mind
And i
I want to know that i’d be buried by your side when it’s time that i die
After my final reprise
Peer my head through a viewing hole
And here i thought i knew it all
Shifting my reality to be right there atop the biggest of cloudsOr maybe somewhere on the moon
If i werе going there i’d bring a change of shoеs
But heres the great thing about me when i’m with you
I’d always wear a smile on
A smile and a spoon and a full bowl of soup
A smile and a spoon and a full bowl of soup
A smile and a spoon and a full bowl of soup
I love you