A Furious Kind

Nothing to amplify
without three in a row
not enough to describe or disguise

If I could remember
I’d be glad to hold your hand
it never means the same thing twice
I’ll just walk instead

So I’ll try to find it by myself
because you don’t know that I’m around
nothing’s behind the idea anyway

In the other direction
close your eyes and count to ten
backdrop changes all the time
doesn’t hide a thing

We don’t need to know if
you can pronounce it backwards
or if your smile’s hidden
by some sort of magic

It’s a furious kind
of happiness that I found
help me paint it yellow
we’ll get this off the ground

Please remember
I’m only speaking
of very fast moving lights
it was written in the sky,
but by a plane

Now I’m only thinking
of eyes moving slowly
shock and surprise isn’t
the opposite of pleasure

We don’t need to know if
you can pronounce it backwards
or if your smile’s hidden
by some sort of magic