Schuyler/Introduction

There's spring in the air, They're sweeping the streets, Wind is a breeze, The sun becomes her he agrees. What's holding up her face? Nothing but blue skies, Passage ways to windows, That don't close.

Where do you live? Love is a place, Where are you from? She says ask yourself ask anyone. Whats holding up her face? Nothing but blue eyes, Passage ways the mind's eye, Contemplate. Metric