The hair is blonde and falls
Down your face
An unsuccessful attempt
To try and erase

The fog is blue and settles
Settles with the heat
This bitching is familiar i can
Trace you with my feet

[Chorus]
The matter is not where we go
But how long it will last
The question is how fast
This is not a test, it's just an ask

And the question is how fast

A bird that's small enough
To winter in your ear
Bleeds you draining cup of oil
It's bitter, makes me cheer

? grasping body front
? cleaning into moon
Sheets are wrapped around i will be
Joining you there soon

[Chorus]

And the question is

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Writer(s): James August Wilbur, Jonathan Patrick Wurster, Laura Jane Ballance, Ralph Lee Mccaughan