Words and Music (c) David Harley
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Landscapes dissolving into flashback
With sleep in my eyes I’m on the run
From memory’s slo-mo home movie
To ride a friendly breeze blowing North
Flying home
Daubed with the ash of friendships
And laughing all the while
Once you came to me
Still shy of the stranger’s smile
Careless of time and changes
In the catacombs we spread our tiny wings
And from here I can’t see
Was that the moon flying high or was it me
Flying home?
And if you’d never said you loved me
We might not have come to harm
I might have slept forever
Nailed to the cross of your arms
Now which end of the seesaw is Susie?
Where’s that happy ending now?
Lost somewhere between the church and the laundromat
A bird with one wing down
Flying home
Flying home
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