The Steady Ceiling
I seem to find, though wonders great, I cannot solve, fall short my thoughts, I missed my chance. The ship has left. The horse is gone. The horse is gone.
I seem to find, though wonders great, I cannot solve, fall short my thoughts, I missed my chance. The ship has left. The horse is gone. The horse is gone.
Then you'll find your place - as you move with grace, Taking comfort in - that skin.
