Josephine's Flying Machine

Happiness is a debt we owe to those we've lost along the road
The light pollutes, the stars are bright
And all the pyromaniacs are out tonight and on a roll
Let's just lay in the grass, let em duke it out
It's too romantic to recite
Up she goes til she explodes
Across the sky, blinds our eyes
A spectacle left in single file
Tail lights, no end in sight
But if you squint just right
The color spreads and it bleeds out

Family pictures at the funeral
This is the last time we'll all be here
As friends we gather, hearts are true
Spirits near, we call to you



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Kessler
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