Braille

Feist - Cicadas and Gulls











Cicadas and gulls

They scrape on the hull

The land and the sea

They're distant from me


I'm in the sky, sky, sky



I'm in the sky

Thoughts are like pearls

When flags are unfurled

When we're in the dark

I'll ride you back the ark

Because you might, might, might

Because you might

Maps can be posed

With you on your own

And distance is braille

And all that entails

As deep as a page

As high as a stage

As full as a room

When we're in the spoon


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