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!