First step shine like a silver fox
Then light as feathers from a phoenix wing
That falls to the ground that I run away with quick [?]

It's so when you warm my back
'Cause as I try to leave this town behind
There are fox fur and feathers all over the suburbs
And a fabric of voices on my mind

The vowels have cut along your back
And consonants are glazed along the wet line of
The wet line of your eye
...into the sky!