in orbit

from by Old Amica

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There's an end of the line

Pushing away out of sight

Scattering fragments of light

In the corner of my eye



Purposely fixed on the golden shore

Overdosing the optic nerve

And I can't feel my feet anymore

So I stare blindly at the yellow curve



Inevitably I fall to my knees

Alongside objects blow by

In clear, visible orbits

Fixed on what's right in front



Purposely fixed on the golden shore

Overdosing the optic nerve

And I can't feel my feet anymore

So I stare blindly at the yellow curve



The cold cement against my chest

Welcomes my determined calm breath

The levee broke and rays are pouring in

And I can feel it covering me



I can feel it covering me

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from mr028 - "fabula", released March 26, 2014

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