18 days we wait and wait, wait and wait 18 days.
Filter back again.
Move away and then surface gracefully.
Carefully one by one, quietly they move along.
We have perched above watching below, march in a row,
Running from the sun, breath after breath, heel after heel.
Look far off into the night.
18 days have come too late.
There is a cast around your eyes, a darker disguise.
There is a cast around your eyes, move forward one stride.
Belong belonging, state of kind state of mind all mine.
