Donuts in a Six Speed - Dikembe

How much time is too much time?

When my island eyes fall right in stride

I can’t make peace with what works

I just get tired of digging up dirt

But you are the space between days

And I pretend I, I can lead you some place

I’m not concerned with

The existence of magic

I need something concrete

To make use of these new feet

A chorus of little fingers singing for magnetic hands

I just need a bit of space

Too often I get caught up wishing for what was

And running out of air

Always tired, arms on fire

I just can’t catch a break

My basic instincts are always changing

Just enough to say

«You can sing out loud»

«You can sing out loud»

«You can sing out loud»

«Without making a sound»

But I could get comfortable with

The existence of magic