A Very Cool Telescope

You're some far off afternoon
The memory of a pyrrhic or 'phoric victory
Over far too soon
But we can fly the park like a balloon

Won't you come?
Won't you see?
Through a very cool telescope
You don't know you're looking at me
Whatdya say?
To the botched king of silver
To another falling away
And we can fail again

I'm the smoke becoming clear
A quiet place in frenzied armour
Finally without fear
And waiting for your eyes to disappear

If you come
Will you stay?
Through a very cool telescope
I hope that you're looking my way
Sail the sky
When the pepper tree rots
And the park is covered in light

The cycle passed me by
And I lie awake at night
Thinking you never replied
When I said "So hey, next time?"



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Maric-cleaver
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