This is our Augustus John moment.
Can you feel a form flow in.
Slipping on a heavy pact.
The ground moves from us.
This is our first revolving.
As a new foal fall in.
No to the heavy past.
The ground moves, parts us.
As we praise all about. And map ourselves out.
Afore merging with all.
Though remainder of the whole.
Sleep the night.
Under arms.
This is our only moment.
Still we move and lust.
Can you feel a form flowing.
On it's first revolving.
See what sleep does bring.
Can we move the lights.
Order for the eyes.
Praise for all the ways.
As we praise all about.
And map ourselves out.
Afore merging with all.
No remainder of the whole.
Sleep tonight.
Under lights.
Praise all about.
Praise all about.
Praise all about.
