in our paper thin atmosphere - the layered weight of morning
there’s nothing to grasp - yet we hold each moment in desperation
as they stack up along the horizon
there’s hope here at the sea’s edge - praying it will continue
long after we are gone
in our paper thin atmosphere - the layered weight of morning
there’s nothing to grasp - yet we hold each moment in desperation
as they stack up along the horizon
there’s hope here at the sea’s edge - praying it will continue
long after we are gone