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i wish the ceiling was the ground

i’ll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun

to help me make up for this one

while you send me title waves of love when your around

and i can’t remember what you do

to find a way to turn the signal back

to heaven sounding blue and bring me faithful back to you

and she don’t hold me right

she’s never gonna get me there

and she don’t hold me right

she’s never gonna get me there, not tonight

if we break off gently in slow motion

spinning outward into space

my hand always firm and gently at the wheel

i discreetly hold my face

and i need you to give it meaning

i need you to share the view

or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other thing i do

and she don’t hold me right

she’s never gonna get me there

and she don’t hold me right