I’ve been working on this for a while, I’ve been quite OCD about this piece because it is quite dear to me but I thought I should post now or I’d never post it ever
Rocket girl
She told me she was going to catch the moon
She promised me she would
She said one day she would have a hand full of stars
I asked”where do you even start? “
She said “right here, right on this spot”
She promised me she would
She said one day she would have a hand full of stars
I asked”where do you even start? “
She said “right here, right on this spot”
She closed her eyes and whispered three words
So she took off into the sky, I stayed on the ground
So she took off into the sky, I stayed on the ground
She sang out her heart, what a beautiful sound
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A pocket full of stars, a chunk of the moon
She’s gone off to space, she won’t be back soon
Death is an aphrodisiac
Absence comes with one hell of an endorphin pack
Death is sometimes the best aphrodisiac
They only love you when you’re gone
They never show it at your dawn
Like you live a hollow life
But an ovation at death
They only see you in the night
And only feel your very last breath
Sometimes you wait till you wave goodbye
For people to see that you’re one hell of a guy
Sometimes you have to fall from the sky
For them to realise that you could fly
Beautiful sunset: Note the silhouette of the bird taking off from the tree, lucky shot
They say the flap of a butterfly’s wings
Can cause a tsunami on the other end of the world
So I guess the flutter of your eyelids
Could cause the end of the world
You hanging on a balance, I see it in your eyes
Trying to take a chance between the truth and a lie
Be careful what you say, I’m watching you close
Spare me the tears, let’s cut to the chase
Let those words free, don’t you let them die
Just flutter those lids and fly butterfly fly
One small step
Feel the wind beneath your wings
Hold your breath in the oncoming wind
The mechanics of your anatomy syncing with your instincts
One small step for man, a refreshing stretch for your wings
One small step
Feel the wind beneath your wings
Hold your breath in the oncoming wind
The mechanics of your anatomy syncing with your instincts
One small step for man, a refreshing stretch for your wings
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