Styrofoam suns and mercury's,
not afraid to fall off a string
cry for fake moons not afraid to smile.
Pieced together by the sound of thought
Free the feathers from the souls they’ve caught
Oh ,well.
It’s all fall now.
Oh, wow.
It’s all for now.

Dancing twilight on a backlit wall
Not afraid to breathe,
Finds a stellar kind of universe
Somewhere in the seams.
Break apart from mass produce
It’s all new to us
Dancing twilight, won’t you call
For me.
Oh, well.
It’s all fall now.
Oh, wow.
It’s all for now.

So what’s become of the soul swatches?
What’s become of the color savants
Who sit and search in all our pockets
For the things they want.
What’s become of the mass produce?
And the frowning breeze?
What’s become of all the in betweens
The things that are unique?

Oh wow.
It’s come down now.
Oh, well.
I never really knew how.