Inflatable Dream

In a dark star field skyline The moon is incredibly bright A giant dome hovers above celebrating masses The sounds of rope tight and twisting The veins of hope tight and twisting me Someone shifts their body weight This is where I lose my aim Celebrating songs we bring in a lonely light Confetti cast a million words Raining on the stills we burn Parachuting fearsome lads dropping towards the ground The sounds of rope tight and twisting From all the weight, work and stress now The veins of hope tight and twisting me The sounds of rope tight and twisting From all the weight, work and stress now The other way down from here _ I drop into an open mass of festive _ Instead you will wait for spring Celebrate the song we bring Raining down a millions words we'll never hear I am in peace knowing that the physical sphere I embody Is the same as given to my mentors