Take a Rest - Tora

Out from my clutch your hand retreats

A universe out of contact

I maybe should have said nothing

I’ll take your placid ousting easy

An underlight on the canvas

I maybe should have said something

But out from my clutch your hand retreats

I’m reduced to burning alone

Fly to my corner stone while you debate our design

Nothing like a panic attack to fine tune a heart beat and lay the carbon ahead

I’m afraid to adjust

Love stunts in a helmet of trust

You’ll never doubt I wanna conjure the past

When I do say goodbye

A universe out of contact

I maybe should have said nothing

I’m reduced to burning alone

Fly to my corner stone while you debate our design

Nothing like a panic attack to fine tune a heart beat and lay the carbon ahead