Falling Up - The King's Garden lyrics

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The sky has scrapers now

The streets are made of clothes

Embroidered on every single sleeve

Some of us have seen

The Golden Arrows poised

Arc across the plaints

Turns us pale

Some of us have seen

The Golden Arrows poised

Arc across the plaints

Turns us pale

So this is where the shapes begin to drip

Her drunk teeth fluttering in the wind