Always floating away
Picture loses shape
We all go down the same

The shadow steps inside
Begins the pollination of the eyes
The pedals fall
The flowers die

Always looking away
Locked inside the gate
It always looks the same

Run
Running between the eyes
Beating feet across the street
Chasing one another

Run
Running beneath the heavy slumber
Sunken dreams and sleepy feet
What’s the magic number

One
Wanting between the eyes of wonder
Beating feet across the street
Chasing one another

Run
Running beneath the heavy slumber