lines of forgetting
change to lines of flight
leaves drifting
petals in the night
our magic is a surgery
closing open wounds
we stretch across the void
searching for the womb
remember who you are
and what you came to do
soak it all in
whatever you do
remember who you are
and what you came to do
soak it all in
soak it all in
times of regret
turn to times of might
the river never stops
recognize the sight
the power of being
opening to life
it could take a thousand years
it could happen in a night
remember who you are
and what you came to do
soak it all in
whatever you do
remember who you are
and what you came to do
soak it all in
whatever you do
soak it all in
change to lines of flight
leaves drifting
petals in the night
our magic is a surgery
closing open wounds
we stretch across the void
searching for the womb
remember who you are
and what you came to do
soak it all in
whatever you do
remember who you are
and what you came to do
soak it all in
soak it all in
times of regret
turn to times of might
the river never stops
recognize the sight
the power of being
opening to life
it could take a thousand years
it could happen in a night
remember who you are
and what you came to do
soak it all in
whatever you do
remember who you are
and what you came to do
soak it all in
whatever you do
soak it all in