Hawks

Can we go back to the minute we'd skirt through the rain? Hanging, halting, suspended like hawks under planes Can we say it's unending and I'll say the same? Remind me when my mind, it starts to go Everything was blurry but we were dry Our hair blew in a hurry in the warring sky But safe from everything we were Can we go back to the minute we'd circle to land? Ebbing graceful and careful like turns in the sand When the thought of an ending was too much to stand Remind me when my mind, it starts it go Remind me when my mind, it starts it go Remind me when my mind, it starts it go