Oxygen

short sleeves and warm skin

losing coins calling next of kin

dropping words about the city were in

ponds compressed by heavy air

us without care just sprawling there

gods in our world



airports and undergrounds

waiting to find the unfound

rising to pure insanity

here when you want me

true love has no simplicity

gods in our world



you and i were going so high

the air is getting thin

our land does not breathe in

we don't need oxygen

its dreams that bind us and locks us in

the rest are impaled by sense



you and i were going so high

the air is getting thin

our land does not breathe in

we don't need oxygen

its dreams that bind us and locks us in

the rest are impaled by sense


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