In a dark star field skyline
The moon is incredibly bright
A giant dome hovers above celebrating ma**es
The sounds of rope tight and twisting
The veins of hope tight and twisting me.
Someone shifts their body weight
This is where I lose my aim
Celebrating songs we bring in a lonely light
Confetti cast a million words
Raining on the stills we burn
Parachuting fearsome lads dropping towards the ground
The sounds of rope tight and twisting
From all the weight, work and stress now
The veins of hope tight and twisting me
The sounds of rope tight and twisting
From all the weight, work and stress now
The other way down from here
_ I drop into an open ma** of festive _
Instead you will wait for spring
Celebrate the song we bring
Raining down a millions words we'll never hear
I am in peace knowing that the physical sphere I embody
Is the same as given to my mentors