Thursday, May 9, 2013

Wandering Limbs

I'm gonna dangle my feet over the wire
Despite your despair, I'm going over to the other side
There's a break in the clouds where the crimson collects
I got a bird's eye view, We're all just dots in the sky.

Am I caught in the background, a part of the scene
Misery in the come down, when I come down from here
Are we tangled in each other or placed in between
Like a stone or a stone's throw away from falling

Am I just a sketch in the landscape
Or arranged close to you
I think I fell into a strange fate of wandering limbs
And eager hands

-Kimbra Feat. Sam Lawrence

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