Arc - Yoste

Heaving, hollow

Breathing, so slow

Upright, but tiring

Lost sight, climbing

Coming to rest, at great height

We’re formless, in the low light

In the warmth of your glow I’m alright

Though I wish I could claw back some time

I could breathe in the colors so bright

Heaving, hollow

Breathing, so slow

Upright, but tiring

Lost sight, climbing

Coming to rest, at great height

We’re formless, in the low light

In the warmth of your glow I’m alright

Though I wish I could claw back some time

I could breathe in the colors so bright