Pucker your lips and kiss the wind for me Let it fluster underneath my feet See how high a hollow being like i can go

Go, Go

Chase me through the field Let my lens warp the sky you see Suspense as I lower my self to meet you Don’t rest keep kissing the wind for me

Keep it puckered up Tight enough to squeeze the air through So I could fly for a few moments, minutes, maybe less I lower my self again

BLOW!,BLOW! Before I drop any further You mustn’t see this hollow being POP from existing What then

When i cease to exist What then When the blades spread through this field split my hollow shell What then

I lower my self to meet you flustering beneath you I may pop this time but Go, Go Don’t rest Chase more beautiful things