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