Gathering Sights

A portrait of blues
Of something you might like someday
Under your shoes

Collections of rings
Small bags of bones and ropes and
Hard metal things

Kicking a wall
Cleaning the dust of some old
Factory window

Fickle and frail
Watch as our minds go stale
And become memories

Gathering sights
Of pixie blue eyes
The shine is bittersweet
But so am I
The Ferris wheel turns
Soon ends the ride
Where I couldn't catch
The bird who fell out of the sky

Stretching my eyes
Light headed daze comes by and
Whites the sky
But flickering winds
Scratches my skin and salts my cuts
Till I give in

Gathering sights
Of pixie blue eyes
The shine is bittersweet
But so am I
The Ferris wheel turns
Soon ends the ride
Where I couldn't catch
The bird who fell out of the sky

Gathering sights
Of pixie blues eyes
The shine is bittersweet
But so am I
The Ferris turns



Credits
Writer(s): Hugh Mcculloch
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