(An) ageing eyesore. Nearly nowhere. Found, unearthed. A moment burst with all of us. Reflecting dust from the oh most high. As morning light bled. Burned out the daylight.
If heaven's just a calming blow. Then I think I'd rather know. Although it's hard to say that nothing's wrong. When nothing's changed. . And yet if God were here alone with me.
Pricked your skin with cotton blades. Saved the sunlight from the shade. Never heard the others laugh. Tried to tell but wasn't asked. . No, you just run along.
I must admit it's a balancing act. It looks dangerous, that's part of it. Remember, don't look down. You and I standing in a crowded room. We were pressed together but we're holding on.