Help! Things have shaken me Vascular waves, tracing the same three colorings I have But now I just noticed this
Slow motion inside Changing this all somehow Calling out to take us Life in between lines We're wounded and terrified Calling out to save these lonely forms and shapes
This light with angles spinning here Worked through my lungs And spoke out the seams with architect Now how could I turn back?
You're formed lovely Mysterious lines have traced you out a beautiful life It's poor but resonates the sound of falling grace
