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| Sinsong (Yoghurt/Chielie) I see clouds in the moonlight towering mountain of movement in flight When framed by the city we built Night becomes more of a comfort Mascot of sorts Yoghurt at dawn Quiet white presence Prescient, not forlorn We ran down these streets We drive through them now everything older, but nothing is different, somehow I think if I round that corner I will run right into you, right now Let’s write a song and sing to the weather together, how can we fall? From the leading edge this may seem deep but don’t be alarmed it’s only street art You can’t be harmed but by your heart have a heart, it’s a pledge I will keep The steep of the incline may seem quite a leap but you will see in time there is a different rhyme Sages, mages and charlatans chime what you should do is be careful, oooh don’t let free spirits in always stay low lest they might see you win that’s how we beat ourselves here for ages who would we be, to suddenly sin? Let’s sin in song and sing to the weather together, how can we fall? Let’s write that song and sing to the weather together, how can we fall? We can’t fall at all. |