Cut outs fade as
I watch you dance.
This is our turn to
crush the craft.
We can live,
start the next few years.
Track the hotlines;
there's a place there.
Release me:
I can't feel a thing
Pull it in:
It brings me down.
Release me:
I can't pull the strings.
Pull it down:
You know what I am.
Known for a touch
of metal everywhere.
The finest circus age,
as catchy as it seems.
With sparrows
on your face.
The heart of it all.
The bluebird sings.
Release me:
I can't feel the strings.
Pull it down:
I've done what I can.
Model the ghost you would offer.
Your ...