I’m vacuum-breathing and open-mouthed,

as the red shift fills my eyes

Minister my promises as her shadow cuts the day away



I remembered you, as you walked into that room



Dislocated, jagged pieces, are sliding into this broken mind

Swimming back against the river but I’m rising with the tide



Where we came from, we’re all going back there soon



How many times have we met this way?

How many lives have we lived before?

How many faces and how many names?

Shadows come, but shadows are gone

Shadows come, but shadows are gone



How many times have we met this way?

How many lives have we lived before?

How many faces and how many names?

Shadows come, but shadows are gone

Shadows come, but shadows are gone