Parachutes Testo

our fresh hands found their wayspeaking words your people say
when they try to describe
the taste of a mouth with the dream inside
we drifted off behind our eyelids chasing
bloodstreams racing
all in time keeps the brain alive
while our minds are waiting to arrive...

i dreamed you were a parachute
i had to cut you loose
(i left you there regrettably)
you let me down gracefully
i left you hanging on for me
making a circus of the tops of trees
when all you need
is the good kind help of a passing breeze
to lift you up and set you free