Friday's Child from Unsinkable Sailor by Wilful Missing

Step outside to a doorstep heaven
The day’s alive
Take a walk under clouds of feather
It ebbs away the changes
Well I’ve seen the light, I don’t want to lie
Or promise all the things I can’t control
With reams of silver, unsullied pearls, and virgin lace

Well heads will turn and she will learn to run away
She dreams of comets that come from far away

Pulled apart by the thought of silence, anaesthetised
I’m learning more about this life’s rich pageant
Its hollow threats and cages
Have captured us in a teary flood
I’m forced to hope for things I don’t really love
And it’s coming like a train, with red fire and rain

Well heads will turn and she will learn to run away
She dreams of comets that come from far away

She stands beneath the stars tonight
She’s tangled in their ancient light
Illuminates the lessons of the past
She will call her Dad to pick her up
As envy swells and tears flood
Accepts her luck inevitably changed

Well heads will turn and she will learn to run away
She dreams of comets that come from far away

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