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I've got my feet in the clouds, my head in in the stars. I'm taller than you'll ever dream. The silence is golden, and so are the thoughts that are floating through my thought stream. If I were to tell you that I love you, would you smile and turn away. You're a coma in a bottle, waiting for me to wake up. You're the colors in the sunset fighting for me to shake up. With a bottle full of gasoline, I set the sky on fire. I watched it flash and flicker and sear the feelings into me. I saw you come out of your bottle, of your coma. Come to me. The world is full of broken glass, but today you can walk with me. This beach is blood-warm sand, so take my hand. I'll lead you under me. Can you see the degredation of this hollow strung-out nation? Clap your hands, cohabitation. Shed your clothes and inhibitions. Leave your bottle in the sand. I'll fly circles and you can come with me. We can let our wax wings melt in the sky I lit on fire. When we fall, silence will save us. I will fall right into you. We'll hit the water and open our eyes when we want to. That will do. You were a coma in a bottle; never moving, always still. When you shed that glass and we got past, the thrill was enough to kill. Paint a sunset with your body. I'll be the ocean pressed up to you.