Skywriter - Low Water

When you finish spinning, focus on the cockpit floor

Until you hear the crash-landing through the hardwood floor

When you finish spinning, focus on the cockpit floor

Until you hear the crash-landing through the hardwood floor

Skywriter

Eyes crossing, jaws dropping, lost and found

Reset your sonic bearings to her sideways sound

Skywriter

Now if you’re smitten with the altitude, why come back down?

Let me turn that ponytail into a triple crown

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I got a face like a saint

Eyes rolled back in a faint, anticipating the change

Patron of lying in wait

Bookmark the line about fate

No way your outta my range