It's a Friday that feels like a Saturday
It's a dream that feels like reality
It's a fall that feels like spring
It's a dying that feels like being born
It's an urgent call from Unavailable
It's someone coming who never shows up
It's four birds flying together
Peacefully in hot pursuit
It's a child at a crosswalk
The light flashing red and red
It's just me honey turning in bed
Hearing you talk in your sleep
Listening to you proclaim to me
The garbled secrets of the deep
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