(Smith)

Ours is just another skin

That simply slips away

You can rise above it

It will shed easily



It all will come out fine

I've learned it line by line

One common wire

One silver thread

All that you desire

Rolls on ahead



Like a ship in a bottle

Held up to the sun

Sails ain't going nowhere

You can count every one

Until it crashes unto the

earth

And simply slips away

You can hide in the open

Or just disappear



Ours is just a craving

And a twist of the wrist

Will undo the stopper

With abrupt tenderness

Die little sparrow

And awake

Singing



It all will come out fine

I've learned it line by line

One common wire

One silver thread

All that you desire

Rolls on ahead