I sing of things, I see past wings, And from the plane, and in passing, I understand expansive land better than I can as a grounded man. And I think of dying in a blink of an eye, And a sinking feeling from the pinking sky, And i wonder what comes under us And over me in wonderlust. And I trust a thunderbuss enough, Those rusty drums drop just enough, And something suddenly reminds me of What it's like to fly in times of love. And it seems like a dream that's weakening As the clouds surround like a steam machine, The significance of distances, In one instant I'm different. And down to Earth I birth a plan To find an imperfect person and Let her sweep these feet beneath, Bequeath to me some new belief. And the details will reveal themselves As I feel the female feelings felt, Someone to push up against, I welcome healthy arguments. 'Cause making up and making love And waking up to a naked hug Is exactly what I badly want So bluntly let me bear the brunt. And the human heart is the hardest part, The softest spot for the sharpest dart, But nothing, and I mean nothing will, Feel as real as when it's filled.