The Sky Moves Sideways - Phase One

We lost the skyline

We stepped right off the map

Drifted into blank space

And let the clocks relapseWe laughed the rain down

Slow burn on the lawn

Ghosts across the downtown

Swallowed up the stormSometimes I, I feel like a fist

Sometimes I am the color of air

Sometimes it's only afterwards

I find that I'm not thereIn the dream dusk

We walked beside the lake

We watched the sky move sideways

And heard the evening break

Sometimes I, I feel like a fist

Sometimes I am the color of air

Sometimes it's only afterwards

I find that I'm not there

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