Houston

At the bottom of a vacant pool
Upside down, eyes closed
Walking upon your hands
Feet left exposed

To the cold, harsh world

Where the wind starts to swirl

Left to your own device
The cadence goes awry
Silent crescendo swells
Half dead or half alive

To the cold, harsh world

Where the wind starts to swirl

And the trees they bend and sway

Time comes to steal you away



Credits
Writer(s): Van Anderson
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