I have seen the skies cut open
I have seen the clouds bleed a bruised chrome
I have seen the shooting stars turn blisters on a jaded skin
I have seen the fallen fledglings flutter one-winged
I have seen it all
In the rhyming waves of your floating eyes
I have seen the clouds bleed a bruised chrome
I have seen the shooting stars turn blisters on a jaded skin
I have seen the fallen fledglings flutter one-winged
I have seen it all
In the rhyming waves of your floating eyes
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