Automatic

Late-night shelter
Roof-top pool light
Shoe, cross canvas of glass and tenfold

Worn-out rugs
And wooden faces
Blue vest let down among the traces

In this drag, where I roam
New, feels like home

Watch it all from 21 st floor,
As a flash goes cross the sky
And I, walk out the threshold,
Rising through

This white empty ghostly room
It's just another start

In this trail, where I roam
New, feels like home



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Wilson
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