Echoes

Are we onto something?

Have we been here before?

Flutter into silence, soaring

Bright on the horizon

I am a curve of light

The spark between the space

And I could fly out

Take my child's heart with me

If I could fly up

I could fly

I could fly

I could fly

I could fly up

I could fly

Every voice

In the wind

Cut the power from the bay

All the way

No more lift

No more swim

No more flight

No more loving, turn or face

No more dance

Only mourn

Only hunt

No more flight

In an underwater space

These are all

Forgotten things

These are all

Forgotten things

The distance between us made of shame

Made of shame

Made of shame

In the game

Sleep and death

Try and lie, then bring it all

All on me

I made a frame

Out of form

Wake and love

To cut and shove, then bring it all

All on me

I could fly

I could fly

I could fly

I could fly, yeah, I could try

I could try

I could try

I could cry

I could fly, yeah, I could die

I could die

I can die

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