Is this the end i ask I fly or could have flown Relief flowering the quiet Scarf of my last breath A motorcycle silver lipstick Put on silver red lips A series of false eyelashes None of them would fit People bury their wishes I am none of them A good bird in an earlier life In a vicious cycle of birds One might drop the needle An entire song transcends Repeat a twirling hypnotic Melody in descending order Deep mud can't see my shoes In perfect harmony Our arms try touching But we do not kiss Are you taking part I could not be instead Are you taking part I could not be instead