If I replace my face
Imagining the cities I would see
By now it makes sense
Chords are stressed
My copper is spent
It's up all night
Just sit this one out
Past tense I still feel weight
Hanging over me
Spring colour on walls
Is the spring in my step
Rippled water
A plane bored over the lake hanging on
A fixed up message
In unwritten letters
Maybe it's me
Im over this faulty head
Scaling to the roof again
A further fleet I cannot stretch
But I look forward to it
And I see the rain
Slamming against
The raised ceiling
Left in a daze