by an ion - Raised By Swans

When you crawl to my side

You're like a wounded bird

With your wings weighed down

You're somehow smaller than you were

But all of it was real to me

'Til you showed me

We were make-believe

Why are we not accelerating

Pedals down

Our pulses racing

Particles kaleidoscopic

Fireworks dreamed by an ion

Now the charges are laid

The poles have swung away

And right at the split

You might just feel some pain

Or maybe you will realize that

I'm small enough to slip your mind

Why are we not accelerating

Pedals down

Our pulses racing

Particles kaleidoscopic

Fireworks dreamed by an ion