The Drop and Lift - Amanda Shires

A swarm of sparrows rising over a cane field

Hearts ascend like that

Falling is the closest to flying

I believe we’ll ever get, we’ll ever get

The drop and lift

The drop and lift

Of hearts and chest move

Of in and out

And out and in

And out of love again

A string of horses racing

Along the crooked fence line

Hearts run like that

Breathless and full of questions

My love’s got a bad sense of direction

Sunset, the sky gets pink and bruised

Over canyon lakes

The same color a heart aches

And falling, the closest to flying

I believe we’ll ever get, we’ll ever get