Yearling I Flight Machine
Sing aloud to the walls of your prison and hope that somebody listens.
Take a bow as the street lights flicker and the sand is growing quicker.
Close the door, miss another one open.
Safe inside, or go out into the fire.
All it takes is a leap of faith but you know
it was never like you to fly.
Something sounds. Like music it's falling.
Through the darkness it's calling you.
All around, casting your bright eyes
from the sunlight to midnight.
Closer, now, to the web and the spider,
as those same eyes grow brighter.
It's a ghost town in New York City
and you're the only one living.
Close the door and see the better one open.
Safe inside as you go out into the fire.
All it took was a leap of faith
because we both know
that it was always like you to try.
