Laying Low

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I felt your presence like a heron in the sky.

Gray, flick of the light.

I'm second guessing every number that I write.

Played by my own eye.

And by the time we see each other there'll be no cells the same in our bones.

'Cause when you left before the January sun you weren't coming home.

You occupy an ever-changing sequence in my mind.

The door is always closing right before I say goodbye.

You said forever so we didn't have to think.

Hide our feelings.

You're leaving feathers every time you fly away.

Babe, cut the string.

You occupy an ever-changing sequence in my mind.

The door is always closing right before I say goodbye.

You occupy an ever-changing sequence in my mind.

The door is always closing right before I say goodbye.

I only hope that one day we can say hello.

Smile, look in the eye.

But until then I'm giving up on laying low.

I'm done, say goodbye