(Smith)
Ours is just another skin
That simply slips away
You can rise above it
It
will shed easily
It all will come out fine
I've learned it line by line
One common
wire
One silver thread
All that you desire
Rolls on ahead
Like a ship in a
bottle
Held up to the sun
Sails ain't going nowhere
You can count every one
Until it
crashes unto the
earth
And simply slips away
You can hide in the open
Or just
disappear
Ours is just a craving
And a twist of the wrist
Will undo the
stopper
With abrupt tenderness
Die little sparrow
And awake
Singing
It all
will come out fine
I've learned it line by line
One common wire
One silver
thread
All that you desire
Rolls on ahead
