The Chelsea Traffic Light series
Oh, oh, oh I’m on fire
Her face says freedom, with a little fear
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
We have just one world, but we live in different ones
Is it fast enough so we can fly away
The door’s open but the ride ain’t free
There’s a certain bit of stillness
Joanna doesn’t worry
She only looks like you in a certain kind of light
Dying to believe in what you heard
I’ll speak a little louder. I’ll even shout
Oh no. Here I go again