The owl flies as the hawk stands over searching for the kill
Though the doe is dead there are words said for her
The waterfall trickles from nowhere
Seeking the ocean
And through the concrete jungle comes a line that never will be said
The answer to our life
Unsure where to find
And I prefer the Imagine Dragons Machine
To the Tragically Hip one.
As the gull flies
Tell me please tell me
Grey skies
Or don’t
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