Smoke Signals

The birds
Are struggling to prepare
For this weak and tumbling air
I dreamt I found your body

And love
It fills the space for us
A tired cloud of dust
As we sleep in different places

The birds
Are struggling to prepare
For this weak and tumbling air
I dreamt I found your body

And love
It fills the space for us
A tired cloud of dust
As we sleep in different places



Credits
Writer(s): Dexter Tortoriello
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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