A Silver Fox

First step shine like a silver fox

Then light as feathers from a phoenix wing

That falls to the ground that I run away with quick [?]

It's so when you warm my back

'Cause as I try to leave this town behind

There are fox fur and feathers all over the suburbs

And a fabric of voices on my mind

The vowels have cut along your back

And consonants are glazed along the wet line of

The wet line of your eye

...into the sky!