Host Contour in G

I'm floating up into the air
As if I'm made from empty barrels
Follow me down
Feathers and sickle
I cross a road random
They hear me calling to them
I'm floating up into the air
As if I'm made from empty barrels
Follow me down
Feathers and sickle
I cross a road random
They hear me calling to them
I'll write you back from a postcard
And if you remember to run away
I'm down for it
In abstraction the contours of a ghost are hard to define
Cutting loose the rope, untether
Loosen up these chains together
A baby step, beginning, end
In abstraction the contours of a ghost are hard to divine
Cutting loose the rope, untether
Loosen up these chains together
A baby step, beginning, end
In abstraction the contours of a ghost are hard to define
Cutting loose the rope, untether
Loosen up these chains together



Credits
Writer(s): Nate Kaylor
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