Low Water
Skywriter
When you finish spinning, focus on the cockpit floor Until you hear the crash-landing through the hardwood floor Skywriter Eyes crossing, jaws dropping, lost and found Reset your sonic bearings to her sideways sound Skywriter Now if you're smitten with the altitude, why come back down? Let me turn that ponytail into a triple crown Skywriter I got a face like a saint Eyes rolled back in a faint, anticipating the change Patron of lying in wait Bookmark the line about fate No way your outta my range
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