We toss and we turn in the night
Behind us our tiny isle is out of sight
The wind has carried us this far
And now the stellar spray
The stuff of the Local Fluff
Is twisting the wind away
The slow softening of our bones
It's faster the further we are from our homes
Radicals are easy and free
And burn little trails in me
The stuff of the Local Fluff
A poisonous place to be
At the edge of eternal sleep there’s a twitch
It’s a dream as we roll and pitch
Finally into the unknown
And through the cloud we’re thrown
The stuff of the Local Fluff
Falling asleep and alone
credits
from March,
released March 1, 2013
Written and performed by Brendan Fitzpatrick.
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