our fresh hands found their way   speaking words your people say   when they try to describe   the taste of a mouth with the dream inside   we drifted off behind our eyelids chasing   bloodstreams racing   all in time keeps the brain alive   while our minds are waiting to arrive...         i dreamed you were a parachute   i had to cut you loose   (i left you there regrettably)   you let me down gracefully   i left you hanging on for me   making a circus of the tops of trees   when all you need   is the good kind help of a passing breeze   to lift you up and set you free