Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze
Power lines draped across roads you could drive on for days
Well it's all too perfect
Time to look back at us now
Endless and empty like Kansas
Our cities of clouds
Flat on the table like Kansas
I lay down in sheets suddenly worn threadbare
Every wall I lean on transforms to sliding doors and thin air
Well I hope yours is kinder
table
sliding
sheets
roads
remembrance
regret
white
perfect
transforms
suddenly
ocean
close
yours
power
lines
canvas
underneath
endless
goodbyes
cards
cities
called
kinder
debts
accounting
threadbare
across
empty
moved
almost
brown
winter
could
doors
every
drive
farmland
unexpected
houses
clouds
kansas
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