The Walk Part II - Gazpacho

Close your eyes it’s all around you

And now the wires are all too tight

I’ve fallen look around you

I’m the lore you learned today

I took a turn in my way

And I sthe tide

The plane is but a spec

And Prevot has a gun

One bullet two men

The sky is white

Feels like a magic carpet

Come fly a dying man

His shoulders are like ice capped

Mountains in the sand

Curve of the horizon is feminine so then

The eyes do not see anymore

Close your eyes it’s all around you

The heat’s a blanket of decay

Spirits dancing all around you

Dusty coral hazy grey

I’m the one to survive this

Soul is curled up tide

The plane is but a spec

And Prevot has a gun

One bullet two men

The sky is white

Feels like a magic carpet

A wish for a dying man

His shoulders are like ice capped

Mountains in the sand

Curve of the horizon is primitive man

So we do not speak anymore

Close your eyes now

It’s all around you

And you feel the wires are all too tight

If I know there’ll be no back home

Beyond, beyond into unknown

Pour it through your hand

Here’s the map of the land

The horizon…

And the bird is so golden

Feels like a magic carpet

Come fly a dying man

The long haul back

In no direction

And no one knows we’re ok

And the curve of the horizon

A masterpiece

Survival on adrenaline it’s over soon

Doesn’t everyone have their own walk to walk

Doesn’t everyone