Greek Into a God

Johanna Samuels

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From an airline bathroom in the sky
If that's me in the mirror there, then who am I?
It looks just like she's swimming

My seat is cold and by the door
It's right there beside the chair, on the floor
It looks just like she's running

It's just like the science of some holy marriage
The Sun goes down and it's dragged away by a horse and carriage
What you've got to believe or you disparage
The memory makes it hard to turn greek into a God

From far beneath the ocean waves
That's her again, she's witnessed another day
Hot damn that lady's flying

It's just like remembering the games she used to play
In the backyard every other holiday
Back then it wasn't lying
But the memory makes it hard to turn greek into a God

I wish you you'd stop your lying
But we might as well keep trying

It feels just like I'm flying