In his hand is the cord to the world
He plugs it in or so he thinks
As he thinks he thinks
Such is the bright sparks that rise
As he holds her to his heart.
So there is a star
From here to very far
I love the play as I walk
As nothing scares less when
Fire works do their charm.
And I love the way you are
The way of the time that breaks
When my thoughts make the window glow
With memories that just leap into the future
Somehow I know everything will work out
Fine.
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