Soaring through
All the small scraps of paper in my pockets
I see your name repeated often
I'm seeing blue
Or green and grey I'm blinking often
I'm seeing names I don't believe in

Act like I'm moving in a line
Act like I'm seeing with my eyes
Act like I'm bleeding all the time
I'm doing fine
I'm doing fine

Holding you
You were a mist you were a mystic way of talking
I heard you like I was surrounded
Other uses
The thoughts like this I think i'll move into an office
Made of mist I don't believe in

Act like I'm moving in a line
Act like I'm seeing with my eyes
Act like I'm bleeding all the time
I'm doing fine
I'm doing fine