Paper Aeroplanes Follow

The cloudy head, my legs are lead, the thinking’s overdone,
This sleeper train’s a day away, from where it once begun,
And he-------e, is a place called home.
He---------e, is the great unknown.

And I’m ready, to go.

I let you win, translucent skin, you tip-toed in with stealth,
I just let go, of rules, I know, the ones I set myself.
And he------ere, did you hear him go?
Fle-------eting, as west Wales snow.

But I’m ready, ready now.
I’m ready, to know.

When something, in this place,
Reveals, a hollow space.
And if doubt crosses your face,
I’m too far away, to see.

The pain is wet, too close you get; the colours only run.
And the lines will bleed on empty sheets, when all is said and done.

I’m he----ere, as the towns fly past,
He----ere, as the die is cast.

I’m ready, ready now,
I’m ready, ready now.
I’m ready, ready now,
I’m ready, at last.