Written and performed by Tim Kish
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Sweet wings I could never see us apart
Like a clean, complex machine I would love to see the work that our arms, one day, together will mend
From a greeting on the street to a photo in a frame…
a single step of life to the leap that it became…
to take a chance on me you just put me in the game… you would keep me on probation to start…
and then one day you’d assign me the heart… I’ll show you through top secret parts of it…
we’ll send euphoric signals and blame it on the brain… appreciate the sadness and shine on it the same…
to take a chance on me you just put me in the game… you would keep me on probation to start… and then one day you’d assign me the heart.
I became a broken record; phrases of you were now my favorite to say
Like the moral of a dream, you complete the way my thoughts leave the words I fumble in explainé
From a nervous question to a confident response…
I timidly suggest the most mutual of wants…
You showed me the way to someone who understands and will let me hold their hand in the dark…
then one day you’d assign me the heart… I’ll show you through top secret parts of it…
we’ll send euphoric signals, leave credit for the brain… appreciate the sadness and shine on it the same…
to take a chance on me you just put me in the game… you would keep me on probation to start… and then one day you’d assign me the heart…
I’ll show you through top secret parts of it…
we’ll send euphoric signals, leave credit for the brain… respect all of the madness and treat it as it came…
to take a chance on me you just put me in the game… you would keep me on probation to start… and then one day you’d assign me the heart.
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