Fly Paper
Meet in the middle of the air, seek me out in clouds
I ladder your vocal stairs and believe in miracles now
Speak to me in a color never broken with language
See if we read together, climbing over spoken pages
Tell me to lift higher to touch your metallic voice
Let it rivet gold in me, bust up this dynamic noise
Give a reason, and I will. Give me your dirty secrets
Lie too, I'll believe it...soon we will fly in acid reflex
I'm standing tall now, in defiance of my human sense
Rising while you search me out, in skies of turbulence
Drink from my lips and decide what feather its of
Fill your soul, let some spill. Your doing down now
Spit some out in colorful trill, your going down now
Meet in the middle of the air, seek me out in doubt
Ladder my vocal stares, couldn't be miracles without
Color me black again, and I will seek you later
Going down now, and I'll make you feel real bad
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