Folly
I was falling
I was taller than I wanted to be
Hollow, swallowed
I was following
You were faster than a gelding
I was falling
I was taller than I wanted to be
Hollow, swallowed
I was following
You were faster than a gelding
In my mind you're a crow, a spirit animal
I am won't to know
But I don't want to be responsible
Molding
I was folding
Your clothing in some kind of dream
Loving
I was hovering
I was flipping, fleeting, doving
In my dreams you're a bathtub running
You are warm and tender
And bubbling
Oh, you are cold and bristling and struggling
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