Condemned to remain vacant
Separate
The cord well cut, well floating
The wings, the wings a little heavy
The scars on the heels
Condemned to the suspended wandering
The time gasifies itself, I glide with a mask
The landing is impossible, impossible
Without the twisted small of the back of my aircraft carrier.
Separate
The cord well cut, well floating
The wings, the wings a little heavy
The scars on the heels
Condemned to the suspended wandering
The time gasifies itself, I glide with a mask
The landing is impossible, impossible
Without the twisted small of the back of my aircraft carrier.
1st January
2012