a silver fox

first step shine like a silver fox

then light as feathers from a phoenix swing

that falls to the ground that i. with quick. it's so. you warm my back 'cause

i try to leave this town behind

there are fox fur and feathers all over the suburbs

and fabric with voices on my mind

the voice have cut a lung in your back

and consonants are glazed along the wet line of

the wet line your eye

into the sky!