There is air Coming in The smoke Has become thin So I Shut my eyes I feel the pins and needles Rushing up my back There are shooting stars in my eyes There are flashes of colour And icy music There are balloons and there are wings The sun is in our living room And the moon is on the shelf There was a bookcase And a match stick And a family of three Now floating down the river With me It is time It's time It's time It's time It's time It's time It's time It's time
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