It's growing
In our hands, we hold it
It's getting
In my head, the mass of it
It's shifting
Red in my periphery
I fear the space between my breaths
I fear the space between my breaths
Shouting from a vacuum
I'm not coming back anytime soon
Shouting from a vacuum
I'm not coming back anytime soon
We keep shifting redder
We keep shifting redder
It's growing (a parting gift)
In our hands, we hold it (dearly)
It's getting (too heavy now)
In my head, the mass of it (weighs on me)
It's shifting (it's turning)
Red in my periphery
I fear the space between my breaths
I fear the space between my breaths
Shouting from a vacuum
I'm not coming back anytime soon
Shouting from a vacuum
I'm not coming back anytime soon
We keep shifting redder
We keep shifting redder
