Busted Hefty bag

A half a world I was dreaming
Screaming, the way she wandered inside...
In all the ways she made the sun rise
Just once, she closed her eyes
And I began to set...

Something in the clouds
Bad blood
Sugar rain coming down.
In a foreign latitude
These broken pieces are the end.
But what I've gathered in one hand
Is just the beginning...

Horizons above a heaven I've never known
Singing, she walked in her favorite silhouette.
If I had known the world was only half full
I could have dreamt a universe
And met her there.

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