Space, raise my arms. Space, wake my eyes. Space, grace my heart. . Can I be the space for this. . Soft omens. Traced in air. Phantom warnings. Disassembling the captains chair.
I touch the string though the harp may not sing. Still I dare the sky for sun sparks to guide. Down below theres a land. With an ominous hole. Deep in the sand of belie.