The earth is warm
next to my ear
Insects noise
is all that I hear
A magic trick
makes the world
disappear
The skies are dark
they're dark
but they're clear
A distant motorcade
and suddenly
there's joy
The snow and
tickertape
blurs all my
senses numb
It's like
the finish line
where everything
just ends
The crack of radios
seems close enough
to touch
Cold water
cleaning my wounds
A side parade
with a single
balloon
I'm done with this
I'm coming to town
Blue as seas
running to them
I feel like I am
watching everything
from space
And in a minute
I hear my name
and I wake
I think the finish
line's a good place
we could start
Take a deep breath
take in all that
you could want