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
The veins of hope tight and twisting me.I am in peace knowing that the physical sphere I embody is the same as given to my mentors.
