First step shine like a silver fox
Then light as feathers from a phoenix swing
That falls to the ground that I… with quick…

It's so… you warm my back 'cause
I try to leave this town behind
There are fox fur and feathers all over the suburbs
And fabric with voices on my mind

The voice have cut a lung in your back
And consonants are glazed along the wet line of
The wet line your eye
…into the sky!