I fell through the sky, watching planes go by
Yawning, I swing on invisible wings
Gold threads so tight, leave no marks on my flawless
Skin pulled too tight, but who said I was hopeless?
Testing the limits, lips pucker and pull
Shadows dance across my vision, so I give them
Control is limitless if you're flying in the sky,
But waning desires stretch for the ground
The earth is alive, and the clouds are too perfect,
Holding their face, one daughter flying,
No one can judge, imperfection is worthless,
The strings are pulled too tight to hear a sight...