They fly... so far... so near... my dear...

Where are ties, she Said.

I removed the salt from my shoulder
Passing onto the modest sea-leaves
I requiem with ambition
Ambition so gentle
Please don't remember me, I remember

Where are the ties, she said.

Upstairs, the old men glisten with agony
Ripe discussion melding softly with their throats
They tell us the story
Please tell us the story
And a dark note came through, I remember

Where are the ties, she said.

A chorus of shoestrings brings light to my evening
An evening so bold yet tasting of fruit
The sun shines suspiciously
But not with contempt
My eyes are illuminated, I remember

Where are the ties, she said.

Walking softly through heaven, I quietly dissolve
Through pages and pages of old green stone
The walls are constricting
The air is so thick
I draw my last breaths for now, I remember

Where are the ties,
Where are the ties,
Where are the ties.

I don't remember.