Shadow of the Living Light - Elysian Fields

I did not rush to be seen

Floating in mother’s warm

Dark sea endlessly

My resistance wore down

On a Friday near noon

Piercing the light

Too soon, too soon

Mostly not visible but to the air

Mostly not visible but to the air

I met the world slowly, slowly

Thought I was a stowaway

Caressed me into being

For nearly nothing

Thought I was a stowaway

Guess I was a stowaway

Mostly not visible but to the air

Mostly not visible but to the air

Mostly not visible but to the air

Mostly not visible but to the air

Mostly not visible but to the air

Shadow of the living light

Shadow of the living light