This blue world and its countless sisters. And all that came before that day. Our atoms straining to a line. Was the universe in rehearsal for us?. . When all the world is sucking on it's sleeve.
On this coldest of January nights. We drive out past the runway and watch the planes go flying by. The runway lights are the deepest blue like the colors of your eyes.
Paper cup of a boat. Heaving chest of the sea. Carry both of us. Carry her, carry me. . From the place we were born. To the land of the free. Carry both of us.