Alas, I’m uncovered
And pulled upward by the sun
Pulled upward by the sun

Anastasia, will I see you when I fall
Out of late April skies or early May
If the wind won’t change direction again
I tower six miles away
Suspended over apartments
In New York City
Swooping past airplanes to JFK

And they’re wings slice the clouds
I falter last in line for all those going down
For all those going down

I fear all I am is someone else’s tears
They’ve been holding back with sniffles and red cheeks
Until they’ve hit their peak
And I come falling down
Like the sky has sprung a leak over this town

Nimbostratus yells at me
“Hey what are you doing?
You should be leaving.”
“Well I can’t seem to let go.
I just want to stay here till September.”
He thunders me off with the last of his temper
And half a minute seems like forever
Of me spiraling down
And two meters from the ground is the last time nothing is what I feel
Until I splatter on the windshield sliding down
On the windshield sliding down

I fear all I am is someone else’s tears
They’ve been holding back with sniffles and red cheeks
Until they’ve hit their peak
And I come falling down
In the backseat a child stares
Amused at my death
And I see him press his face
On the glass I’m sliding down
‘Till it’s fogged by his breath all around