Updraft
Freesscape
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Middays little panic is over for now
Coolness heals up the cracks in this broken conversation
Shade closes in, evening kisses my skin and these dusty, dusty eyes
Listen to night falling down
Oh that I were soaring, circling like a paper crane
Hovering on the up draft over the furnace of the bridges I am burning
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Reaching out to the horizon, melting in my hand
Silence colours me in, fills me up with fragile perfection
Stillness is mine but the ripples in the sand
Still lead me back into your illusion
Listen to night falling down...
Oh that I were soaring, circling like a paper crane
Hovering on the up draft over the furnace of the bridges I am burning