Today has wings. And we're welcoming change. We're asking. "Sweet spirit, place your mark on us". . We're shedding this thick numb. And overly insensitive skin.
The words are not there. When you cannot grasp. Your heart is scared. Where can you go?. . Turbulence, see out the storm. Through matters of every kind.
Divided devotion and controlled passion. And theories of purity that remain hypotheses. Plural allegiances and dual monogamy. These lies are the ghosts that haunt the graveyards of normality.
When we hear it, we need to listen close. Yeah, we feel it, first a draft and then a wind. . It will feel like a burn or a shiver. Yeah, we feel it, it's a pull to the earth.