Gravity

If there is a finding

For infinite callings

Molecular feeling

Repeated departing

All mapped by the hundreds

Of billion illusions

The social direction

Of single-cell notions

Signals trailing through the night

Passing over space in time

Gravity, hold me

Distant blinking in the skies

Orbiting softly

Spirals folding to align

Fragmented echoes

Slowly find their way inside

Find their way inside

Is there a feeling

For gathering traces?

Magnetic whirling

Eternally fated

Signals trailing through the night

Passing over space in time

Gravity, hold me

Distant blinking in the skies

Orbiting softly

Spirals folding to align

Fragmented echoes

Slowly find their way inside

Return to what is mine

A return to what is mine

Signals trailing through the night (Passing over space and time)

Slowly find my way inside (Spirals folding to align)

Signals trailing through the night (Passing over space and time)

Slowly find my way inside (Spirals folding to align)

Signals trailing through the night (Passing over space and time)

Gravity, hold me