Fly Right

Kick up a fuss and dance with me on those electric nights

In the backlit diamond alleys where the air weighs sweet nothing

And the smell of vibrant autumnal rain sits charged on your frame

Speak of the Devil, and shake his sadness off your shoulders

Take the curtain call with your former glory

And bow to rousing orange thunder that scores a sundown pas de deux

With a finger on the pulse

We’ll hum the sound of colours and sing riches into bleached chapel halls

Breathe life into defeated tapestries in the corners of cathedral walls

Turn up the brightness and light a bonfire in the holy waters

To give us something to believe in

Backwards march out of consecrated grounds

Stay a while and walk with me

I want you to wear me in

Like I’m the taut leather high tops

That wrap firm round your ankles

Make you want to run the red lights

A little taller on those impossible nights

Give you an inch; now go take us a mile

Grab your things it’s time to go

Throw me over your shoulder, I’m weightless

Put on your dancing shoes, fly right

The hours are ours for the taking

All finer details in the making

Exit stage left of an echo chamber cabal

Paint a picture of a life

Worth unending recall