song
air air hold her hair
hold it there for me to stare
let me look at it in love
look at it from far above
look at it from near below
look at it from high and low
every love becomes my own
from the east to western zone
broken in the morning time
broken at the evening's line
hand in hand with golden youth
foraging the edge of truth
i will seek you everywhere
air air that held her hair