In a dark star field skyline The moon is incredibly bright A giant dome hovers above celebrating masses
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 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