Flying Objects

You said
Follow the green distraction
Hollow, a black contraction
"Feels like you seem to know"

Blue skies
Turn into waves of starlights
The weaver of golden dreamlights
It turns into something new

So you start flying
High below beneath above

Deep seas
Black with a glowing fish light
Neon and flurry dream heights
You're awake to see

So you are flying
High below the sea
And I am dreaming
Through the space and sea

Here we fly
Through the sky
Touching seas
Touching skies



Credits
Writer(s): Maria Pattusch
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